Mar 28, 2014 18:51
I had forgotten what it felt like. To kiss, to miss.
To feel complete holding someone else and incomplete when not touching them.
Am I in love again?
We fit together now. I want him to be close to me.
Closer, closer.
It seems like nearly all the anxiety is gone.
In it's place we become... one.
It's strange. And lovely.
I'm rather... happy. Strangely.
And I want to call him mine. Or at least be a pair together.
Known.
I talked to a man today. Twenty-three. Referred to his 'fiancee'.
It struck me, 'I could be a fiancee too'. Soon?
Too soon. Must try to stay sensible. Not say 'I love you'
Until I'm sure I do.
But I do, I do.
Swapping rings and being bound in law.
Property and recognition.
Loving him, loving loving him.
ends