Freyja
Pints with M. last night. Many, many pints. I was so drunk that I hardly remember the walk home. All I remember is stopping in a churchyard to lay down in the snow. Once we got to my apartment, I baked a frozen pizza for us and we went to bed. The more I get to know him, the more I love him. At some point last night we were talking about our favourite names and M. said that if he ever had a daughter he would name her Freyja. Freyja. My patron goddess. And the name that I have for years known I will give to my firstborn daughter. The odds of this whole Freyja incident happening astound me. Later, as we fell asleep in each other's arms, M. said, "You're too pretty for make-up."
Today was spent in bed, holding and massaging and kissing and laughing. I cannot express how wonderful it is to just...be with him.
Today was spent in bed, holding and massaging and kissing and laughing. I cannot express how wonderful it is to just...be with him.