haven't been so...
...satisfied in such a long time.
sore, yes, but also loving the ache. feeling the burn and desire. and i'm not talking just karate.
last nght was four months for M and i. we went to RJ Hamer Arbotorium and sat under the stars. M's suggestion. which i thought was pretty cool considering i hadn't been there since, well, since forever. it hadn't changed much from my memories. but this time, it was more than a park. under the moonlit, star-studded sky, M and i set up a rug on the slope.
we sat. we chatted. we laid down. we pointed at the stars. marvelled at the moon. we talked about everything and nothing. long silences just as comfortable as our banter. she slid down. we laughed.
at one point i remember turning to look at M, the moonlight bouncing off her face, her hair flowing around and underneath. she was beautiful. achingly so. i remember catching her eyes, and not turning away, my heart sang.
our hands found each other under the sleeping bag, intertwining and interlocking, comfortably fitting between each of our fingers.
i could have stayed there forever, just with M. but it was late, even when the moonlight made everything that night shine like twilight. and she had to go. so we packed up the rugs and bags, and drove home.
i remember thinking on the drive home, as we talked about what i did that day at the krate workshop, that for all that she is, and for everything that she brings, everything about M and i was just right.
and that made me smile.
sore, yes, but also loving the ache. feeling the burn and desire. and i'm not talking just karate.
last nght was four months for M and i. we went to RJ Hamer Arbotorium and sat under the stars. M's suggestion. which i thought was pretty cool considering i hadn't been there since, well, since forever. it hadn't changed much from my memories. but this time, it was more than a park. under the moonlit, star-studded sky, M and i set up a rug on the slope.
we sat. we chatted. we laid down. we pointed at the stars. marvelled at the moon. we talked about everything and nothing. long silences just as comfortable as our banter. she slid down. we laughed.
at one point i remember turning to look at M, the moonlight bouncing off her face, her hair flowing around and underneath. she was beautiful. achingly so. i remember catching her eyes, and not turning away, my heart sang.
our hands found each other under the sleeping bag, intertwining and interlocking, comfortably fitting between each of our fingers.
i could have stayed there forever, just with M. but it was late, even when the moonlight made everything that night shine like twilight. and she had to go. so we packed up the rugs and bags, and drove home.
i remember thinking on the drive home, as we talked about what i did that day at the krate workshop, that for all that she is, and for everything that she brings, everything about M and i was just right.
and that made me smile.