There be lovey dovey rambling ahead! Yee be warned.
I have something new, ladies and gents. It inspires me artistically, it delights me when I think of it, it makes my cheeks go dark with flushed capillaries and it makes my heart thrum against my chest with just one simple thought: it's a Joe. It's sweet, it's kind, and it says wonderful things when it's just us and the dark between our upturned faces. We talk for hours upon hours while the sun slinks back toward our hemisphere, and I gladly give up sleep for the cause of knowing him better.
He's adventurous, intelligent, quick with words, and he's a touch of a geek. WoW, cigarettes, and talking to me are apparently the things that help keep him sane lately. He's got an ex-wife and a son not quite two weeks younger than mine. He's a fantastic father, to the extent that my heart melts just hearing him talk to his son. I can't remember the last time I liked hugging a person this much. He's slept over twice now and it was the most restful sleep I've had in ages. He hangs out with me on those nights that Oliver just wants to be held, when he's teething and his bed is too cold and lonely, and I can't sleep for all the fidgeting.
I am more than twitterpated. This isn't a matter of how gorgeous he is, or how steady his eyes are when I stare into them. It's more than how simple and comfortable the quiet can be, or how perfectly we fold into each other and drift to sleep. It's about how he can cup his hands around my jawbone and tell me, softly and with enough sincerity that my eyes water, that I'm beautiful. The way we talk while driving in his truck, honestly and full of zeal and without catching what you say to make sure you give the right impression. The way he's so big, and steady, and how no matter what state he's in, I can't help but stare at him. He amazes me. He tucks back my hair and smiles. He isn't afraid of telling me when he's in a low mood, and appreciates when I try and lift it.
He makes me feel grand.
so I just sent this to him, in response of something he said about um... how he might love me just a bit. And how much he likes me. It was all very sweet and tender. And now I'm blushing on webcam for him. Wish me luck!
He's adventurous, intelligent, quick with words, and he's a touch of a geek. WoW, cigarettes, and talking to me are apparently the things that help keep him sane lately. He's got an ex-wife and a son not quite two weeks younger than mine. He's a fantastic father, to the extent that my heart melts just hearing him talk to his son. I can't remember the last time I liked hugging a person this much. He's slept over twice now and it was the most restful sleep I've had in ages. He hangs out with me on those nights that Oliver just wants to be held, when he's teething and his bed is too cold and lonely, and I can't sleep for all the fidgeting.
I am more than twitterpated. This isn't a matter of how gorgeous he is, or how steady his eyes are when I stare into them. It's more than how simple and comfortable the quiet can be, or how perfectly we fold into each other and drift to sleep. It's about how he can cup his hands around my jawbone and tell me, softly and with enough sincerity that my eyes water, that I'm beautiful. The way we talk while driving in his truck, honestly and full of zeal and without catching what you say to make sure you give the right impression. The way he's so big, and steady, and how no matter what state he's in, I can't help but stare at him. He amazes me. He tucks back my hair and smiles. He isn't afraid of telling me when he's in a low mood, and appreciates when I try and lift it.
He makes me feel grand.
so I just sent this to him, in response of something he said about um... how he might love me just a bit. And how much he likes me. It was all very sweet and tender. And now I'm blushing on webcam for him. Wish me luck!