suprise here and there
So its been a while since I’ve written. I hope I haven’t forgotten how to write. Sad, but true. Lack of practice really affects performance. Lack of speaking Spanish has made me forget how to express myself in my native tongue. Sad, huh?
So, the newspaper job has me totally stressed out. It’s as if one issue has managed to turn itself into a life long arduous journey. The ads have to be perfect, alignment, type, cartoons have to be funny, satirical, but not offensive. Wasn’t the point of this paper to project that truth? Why worry so much about offending others when you’re supposed to be “blunt” and “up front”? I mean, it’s not like I’m publishing offensive cartoons about the Prophet Mohammad, may peace and blessings be upon him. So, stress. I get to this place I’m starting to call home, but not to his face. So I get home, and I see the bed is made and on top of the comforters there is a Kaluah chocolate waiting for me. Then I look over to the desk and notice another with a little green origami rose on top. Again, just for me. So I go in the bathroom to shower, and right by my toothbrush, there is yet another. For me. I take a shower, and head to the dining room where he is studying, and I see two more. Just for me. Little surprises like this around the house. How nice it is to finally be home after a long day of life.
So I tell him I’m off to bed after watching him study for a while. Right as I’m dozing off he comes in. Tells me he owes me a back massage, true. Says I need to take off my clothes. I assume just my shirt. It’s nothing sexual, well maybe a little. Regardless, I take off my shirt. “You’re still wearing clothes,” he tells me. So off go my pants. “One more piece of clothes needs to go.” There go my undies.
I lay on my back and it’s all about me. I get a full body massage. Since I am still shy about the nakedness, he tells me again and again how beautiful he thinks I am. Then to convince me, he kisses my bum. Just my cheek. Nothing dirty or sexual. Despite the fact that he is rubbing me down and I’m completely naked, this kiss is something completely sweet and intimate. Just a sincere sign of affection from someone who really loves me. A way to reaffirm my beauty which I doubt from time to time.
He has this way of doing that. Not just with bum kisses, but with random stares while I am sitting, doing homework, or drinking a smoothie he had ready for me when I got home. Though I am somewhat uncomfortable with the deep looks, I appreciate them and I know I give him the same. He is it. It?
Well whatever IT is, he is it. He is nice, sweet, kind, thoughtful and honest. Granted, this honesty can sometimes make me feel awkward or make him seem arrogant, I love it. The best honesty is the honesty that shows your true colors and I love his. Be it black, red, or lavender. I love him.
I’m happy. Y eso es el final. Gracias por su attencion.
So, the newspaper job has me totally stressed out. It’s as if one issue has managed to turn itself into a life long arduous journey. The ads have to be perfect, alignment, type, cartoons have to be funny, satirical, but not offensive. Wasn’t the point of this paper to project that truth? Why worry so much about offending others when you’re supposed to be “blunt” and “up front”? I mean, it’s not like I’m publishing offensive cartoons about the Prophet Mohammad, may peace and blessings be upon him. So, stress. I get to this place I’m starting to call home, but not to his face. So I get home, and I see the bed is made and on top of the comforters there is a Kaluah chocolate waiting for me. Then I look over to the desk and notice another with a little green origami rose on top. Again, just for me. So I go in the bathroom to shower, and right by my toothbrush, there is yet another. For me. I take a shower, and head to the dining room where he is studying, and I see two more. Just for me. Little surprises like this around the house. How nice it is to finally be home after a long day of life.
So I tell him I’m off to bed after watching him study for a while. Right as I’m dozing off he comes in. Tells me he owes me a back massage, true. Says I need to take off my clothes. I assume just my shirt. It’s nothing sexual, well maybe a little. Regardless, I take off my shirt. “You’re still wearing clothes,” he tells me. So off go my pants. “One more piece of clothes needs to go.” There go my undies.
I lay on my back and it’s all about me. I get a full body massage. Since I am still shy about the nakedness, he tells me again and again how beautiful he thinks I am. Then to convince me, he kisses my bum. Just my cheek. Nothing dirty or sexual. Despite the fact that he is rubbing me down and I’m completely naked, this kiss is something completely sweet and intimate. Just a sincere sign of affection from someone who really loves me. A way to reaffirm my beauty which I doubt from time to time.
He has this way of doing that. Not just with bum kisses, but with random stares while I am sitting, doing homework, or drinking a smoothie he had ready for me when I got home. Though I am somewhat uncomfortable with the deep looks, I appreciate them and I know I give him the same. He is it. It?
Well whatever IT is, he is it. He is nice, sweet, kind, thoughtful and honest. Granted, this honesty can sometimes make me feel awkward or make him seem arrogant, I love it. The best honesty is the honesty that shows your true colors and I love his. Be it black, red, or lavender. I love him.
I’m happy. Y eso es el final. Gracias por su attencion.