From my other blog
Is it possible to have a boyfriend of convenience?
A girl can have worse things than a man who adores her. And I have grown used to being adored without being loved.
He does adore me though, whether or not he will admit to it. He's genuinly happy to see me when I get home. The feeling is mutual. He loves to make me laugh. He loves to make me happy, though usually not when I actually want him to make me happy.
I read somewhere that Leos were very realistic about relationships but romantics at heart. My heart still soars unnaturally when I look at Mark. When he's laying next to me and stroking my cheek in his sleep, his legs intertwining around mine, it's still difficult not to want him with all I am. But my heart is beginning to realize what my brain knew a long time ago: he's not good enough for me. There is a lot about him that would have to change to make any relationship with him work.
Still, he's a fine filler while I wait for something real. He's built in company whenever I want it (usually). He's better than a vibrator, and tastier too ;-). And he can reach the bowls on the top shelf.
I still feel there's something deeper connecting us. Something left unfinished in a past life that will have to remain unfinished for this one. What it is I could only guess at. Next time I suppose. I am not rid of him yet. Not by a long shot.
A girl can have worse things than a man who adores her. And I have grown used to being adored without being loved.
He does adore me though, whether or not he will admit to it. He's genuinly happy to see me when I get home. The feeling is mutual. He loves to make me laugh. He loves to make me happy, though usually not when I actually want him to make me happy.
I read somewhere that Leos were very realistic about relationships but romantics at heart. My heart still soars unnaturally when I look at Mark. When he's laying next to me and stroking my cheek in his sleep, his legs intertwining around mine, it's still difficult not to want him with all I am. But my heart is beginning to realize what my brain knew a long time ago: he's not good enough for me. There is a lot about him that would have to change to make any relationship with him work.
Still, he's a fine filler while I wait for something real. He's built in company whenever I want it (usually). He's better than a vibrator, and tastier too ;-). And he can reach the bowls on the top shelf.
I still feel there's something deeper connecting us. Something left unfinished in a past life that will have to remain unfinished for this one. What it is I could only guess at. Next time I suppose. I am not rid of him yet. Not by a long shot.