Nine Men with Nine Wives and Nine Wives with Nine Canines with Nine Deliberating Yo-yo Minds
Today has been rather topsy turvy. But, I'd like to say that, right now, I'm so much in love with John. I'd give myself an unprecedented 9 for this moment, though I've dipped as low as a 5 today. But a 9...holy jesus!
I've just felt, all day, that things are going to happen for John and me in the future. That there is a future for us. And that that future involves John's proposing, followed by my acceptance, followed by navigating the remainder of our lives together, in a soubresaut vessel.
But really, it hasn't just been today. It's been this entire week. And really, before this week, for a majority of the time (dismissing the pesky doubt that's wedged itself between periods of confidence).
And I love him. And I love him. And I love him.
And the more he validates my feelings about our past, the more my heart bursts with him. And the more he confirms my belief that he's just a wonderful, intelligent, caring, loving, handsome, loyal, rational, sweet, cute, prudent, understanding man, the more I feel like I may climb to a 9 again.
I love him. I love him. And I love his playing the Moonlight Sonata right now. And I love that we cleaned all day. And I love that he looked at Jester (who was laying on the ground looking like a skewered hog) before and said, 'you're cute, but you're stinky.' And I love that he made a Freudian slip earlier (perhaps even purposefully) when he said, 'we have to figure this out if we're going to be mar-...in a relationship,' and then came and kissed me. And I love that I could chase him around the house this morning and jump on him, and that he said he loved it.
And so, I'm a 9, for the first time in such a long long time. Because, with my faults, - my stupid, stupid faults (directionally challenged, computer illiterate, inability to keep my dresser clean, etc.) - and his faults - his ridiculous and annoying faults (misusing words, computer application spendthrift, horrific at spelling, etc.) - we come out even and wind up both crazy and in love. Not necessarily at the same time, nor in that order.
So, 9 baby! Though, one thing on my mind: I want to tell him not to propose in Venice, because I want it to be a surprise. I know he'll kick himself for that and probably be quite upset, but it's a question that needs to be proposed with gusto, and I want it to "pop."
Ha....but I love him!
Also...I NEED to write Quinn back. Sorry Quinn! It's coming!
I've just felt, all day, that things are going to happen for John and me in the future. That there is a future for us. And that that future involves John's proposing, followed by my acceptance, followed by navigating the remainder of our lives together, in a soubresaut vessel.
But really, it hasn't just been today. It's been this entire week. And really, before this week, for a majority of the time (dismissing the pesky doubt that's wedged itself between periods of confidence).
And I love him. And I love him. And I love him.
And the more he validates my feelings about our past, the more my heart bursts with him. And the more he confirms my belief that he's just a wonderful, intelligent, caring, loving, handsome, loyal, rational, sweet, cute, prudent, understanding man, the more I feel like I may climb to a 9 again.
I love him. I love him. And I love his playing the Moonlight Sonata right now. And I love that we cleaned all day. And I love that he looked at Jester (who was laying on the ground looking like a skewered hog) before and said, 'you're cute, but you're stinky.' And I love that he made a Freudian slip earlier (perhaps even purposefully) when he said, 'we have to figure this out if we're going to be mar-...in a relationship,' and then came and kissed me. And I love that I could chase him around the house this morning and jump on him, and that he said he loved it.
And so, I'm a 9, for the first time in such a long long time. Because, with my faults, - my stupid, stupid faults (directionally challenged, computer illiterate, inability to keep my dresser clean, etc.) - and his faults - his ridiculous and annoying faults (misusing words, computer application spendthrift, horrific at spelling, etc.) - we come out even and wind up both crazy and in love. Not necessarily at the same time, nor in that order.
So, 9 baby! Though, one thing on my mind: I want to tell him not to propose in Venice, because I want it to be a surprise. I know he'll kick himself for that and probably be quite upset, but it's a question that needs to be proposed with gusto, and I want it to "pop."
Ha....but I love him!
Also...I NEED to write Quinn back. Sorry Quinn! It's coming!