Dec 10, 2008 15:09
5am, You're standing there in jeans, plaid boxers showing out the top. Spatula in hand. You're making me pancakes. I tried to make you pancakes but mine ended up mushy and stuck the pan. So you made me pancakes instead. They were delicious and I couldn't help but stare in disbelief. After all these years I still love you. After my heart broke, all I wanted to do was forget you and hate you. But I didn't and I don't. I can't help it, I'm addicted to you. Really. I can't get enough, its insatiable and insane. I FUCKING LOVE YOU! you make me feel safe, happy, warm, scared, on edged, totally relaxed, excited, mellow, nervous.
I know we aren't dating, but I'm ok with that...I kinda like it, its a little exciting, a little secretive and a really big turn on.
mmm....its been a good week...
love