it's as if you know me better than i ever knew myself.

[aaronmarsh]

Of course I am updating again, I woke up earlier than usual this morning and Marion was still asleep so I decided to slip out of bed and use the computer in our room. I'm trying to type quietly so I don't wake her up, not that she gets grumpy when she wakes up or anything, but I like to let her sleep after we have sex more than once, I mean I'd be tired too, I am quite the machine. Just kidding. Last night was amazing, but then again it always is with her. It may seem like we do it a lot, well actually we do, but it's only because I can never get enough of her. Seeing her either dressed in my clothes, or in a dress with makeup and her hair done, or with nothing on at all just makes me want her more. It's why I always have to touch her, whether it's holding hands and walking down the street, or hugging her in my arms when we're sitting on the couch watching tv, or kissing her in the elevator or on the street corner when we're waiting for the light to change so we can cross, or when we're making love.

I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's exciting and new and different, and I don't want this feeling to ever go away. Each day brings something else, even if we haven't done anything that day. Even just watching her sleep each morning is one of the moments that can make a day for me. She's so beautiful and peaceful, the sheet draped loosely around her waist, one leg exposed, hair covering her upper body as she twists and turns. I don't know what she's dreaming about, but I hope it's sweet.

I know how lucky I am, like lottery lucky. She's like no one else in the world. When I'm with her it's like I'm two different people. The first is on fire, going crazy if I'm not touching her. The other is so still and peaceful, perfectly content. And I just know, this is the one.

(And oh, yeah. New layout. She made it.)