It just feels right, you know, in my ears!
After a lengthy and emotional talk, I'm moving in with Sam.
"But I thought that's what you said in the last entry," you say?
Well, yeah.
But I've decided that I'm going to stop trying to prepare for the little nagging worries. And just do it.
I'm not positive about any of these worries, but I am 100% positive that I want to live with Sam, and that the thought of living with him makes me feel fresh and bubbly and excited. So I'm going to focus on what I'm sure of.
I'm sure that every time Sam picks up a guitar, I get little electric butterflies all through my chest.
You know when else I get them? Every time he looks at me like I'm singular. Every time he touches me like he wants me. Every time he lays his head down on my chest or lap like it's his comfort. Every time we plan, together, to go out to dinner, to walk around, to go to a show. Every time we don't plan it at all.
Every single time.
I want more of that, and I want it always.
"But I thought that's what you said in the last entry," you say?
Well, yeah.
But I've decided that I'm going to stop trying to prepare for the little nagging worries. And just do it.
I'm not positive about any of these worries, but I am 100% positive that I want to live with Sam, and that the thought of living with him makes me feel fresh and bubbly and excited. So I'm going to focus on what I'm sure of.
I'm sure that every time Sam picks up a guitar, I get little electric butterflies all through my chest.
You know when else I get them? Every time he looks at me like I'm singular. Every time he touches me like he wants me. Every time he lays his head down on my chest or lap like it's his comfort. Every time we plan, together, to go out to dinner, to walk around, to go to a show. Every time we don't plan it at all.
Every single time.
I want more of that, and I want it always.