Dec 02, 2006 05:17
Maybe I haven't said it lately, but I certainly haven't said it enough: I love Danielle. I remember the torrid and gut-wrenching relationships of my past (among the other, more numerous, lukewarm ones), and the slow, comforting warmth of how I feel about her is so new and different from those flashfires that led me to intense pleasure and then wretched tears. I have to relearn myself to fully appreciate this new thing, even though it's over a year now since we first did it on the couch, so comfortably and joyously, back at my ghetto apartment. Kissed, I mean. Heh heh.
Oh, y'know, I had started like five or six different paragraphs explaining all the details of how and why I love this girl, but you know what? Who cares. We are good to go, her and I. That's what we're like. Just, "I love you, and it's a comfortable thing to be in love with you." No spite or hiding secrets, no weenie little games, no jealous guarding of tender emotional wounds to serve up guilt trips with. It's so heartwarming to be with her. I love getting her a cup of water as much as I love sex... well, maybe I like the sex more, actually.
Ooooooor... maybe I just didn't feel like typing something more elaborate because it's a quarter after five in the morning.
The girl is awesome and beautiful and mine, mine, mine. Goodnight!
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