Things that I like about Titus...
His hands. They are huge and I feel like he can hold all of me in just one of them.
The way he wraps his arms around me like he is the only one who will ever do so, by right of his great skill in this area.
His rampant excitement and joy.
His mind.
His eyes that look like the Grand Canyon at dawn.
The way he makes me feel like the only beautiful woman in the room.
That he can be calm and reasonable in the face of my turmoil.
Things that I don't like about Titus:
The way he can make plans and then forget them the next day, like they were useful just for the fun of creating them.
That he does not need to speak to me when he is out of town--which is all the time.
This is the umpteenth relationship that I have devised in order to have perfection less than all of the time. It would almost be better to have stable mediocrity. Almost.
The way he wraps his arms around me like he is the only one who will ever do so, by right of his great skill in this area.
His rampant excitement and joy.
His mind.
His eyes that look like the Grand Canyon at dawn.
The way he makes me feel like the only beautiful woman in the room.
That he can be calm and reasonable in the face of my turmoil.
Things that I don't like about Titus:
The way he can make plans and then forget them the next day, like they were useful just for the fun of creating them.
That he does not need to speak to me when he is out of town--which is all the time.
This is the umpteenth relationship that I have devised in order to have perfection less than all of the time. It would almost be better to have stable mediocrity. Almost.