Jun 23, 2012 12:16
It's the second time he drives me to the corner and slaughters me. In the good way (and this actually means a thing).
Last in date was yesterday, I was at work and he simply replied to my tweet. It's clearly nothing but it means way too much to me.
The first time, I just zoned out of the movie I was watching (which was quite crappy) and I kept my ear to ear smile for hours. I walked home like a zombie and laid down in a daze, such a daze. Just, yesterday I was at work and I got a kick right away, MAN! He's just THE ULTIMATE MAN. Tall, handsome, hot, calm, aaaaaand he's the caring type. The only time he came to talk to me was because he was worried about my friend's condition (he didn't know at all). I remember I wondered what was my life for this man I admire to come at me anyway. He's so perfect. I want to bake for him, I'll be cooking to him next time I see him.
But meanwhile, yesterday I felt it in me, that emotional pregnancy coming.
I'm officially bearing a little thing I called Dayan, my Lauwa approved. He's my emotional foetus, he'll have a 5 months growth and we'll know if he's liveable or not. I decided I'll do anything to allow him a long life! Including getting him a cute cousin: I'm helping Lauwa reaching her aims.
my fiction,
emotional pregnancy