My Belated Valentines
It might surprise my friends to know that I actually had plans to reunite with an old acquaintance for Valentine's Day. I spent a good portion of the day yesterday cleaning up my apartment in nervous anticipation of her arrival. Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed when I found out she wouldn't be able to make it. I would get to see her the following day, so I continued my cleaning and other distractions while biding my time.
To say I was giddy with excitement about seeing her today would have been an understatement. It had been a while since her and I shared any sort of communication. Still, I could never forget how she felt to the touch and how she responded to my fingers dancing across her body. Ours was the kind of relationship everyone seems to have with at least one other person: the kind where, no matter how much time passes since your last meeting, you can easily fall back into the comfort and love that had been established years before. Ours is a truly unconditional, reciprocal kind of love.
So she arrived today, and we can't seem to tear each other apart from one another. We are rediscovering ourselves in such a beautiful fashion, not unlike old, reunited lovers exploring each dimple and crevace on the other's body. I am truly blessed to have her back in my life. And while external appearances mean so little in the grand scheme of things, I am sure some of you are curious to see my old flame, this source of my unblushing infatuation and devotion.
It would only be fair to satiate your curiousity. My failure to do so could be construed as a monumentally cruel tease (although that wouldn't be too far from my usual nature, but still...).
To say I was giddy with excitement about seeing her today would have been an understatement. It had been a while since her and I shared any sort of communication. Still, I could never forget how she felt to the touch and how she responded to my fingers dancing across her body. Ours was the kind of relationship everyone seems to have with at least one other person: the kind where, no matter how much time passes since your last meeting, you can easily fall back into the comfort and love that had been established years before. Ours is a truly unconditional, reciprocal kind of love.
So she arrived today, and we can't seem to tear each other apart from one another. We are rediscovering ourselves in such a beautiful fashion, not unlike old, reunited lovers exploring each dimple and crevace on the other's body. I am truly blessed to have her back in my life. And while external appearances mean so little in the grand scheme of things, I am sure some of you are curious to see my old flame, this source of my unblushing infatuation and devotion.
It would only be fair to satiate your curiousity. My failure to do so could be construed as a monumentally cruel tease (although that wouldn't be too far from my usual nature, but still...).