happiness from the weekend.
we went to monterey on sunday.
and then we spent like 5 hours in the car... after we got back to town. cause we dont have a better spot. its quite interesting the positions our body can get in.... um... we talked, like the talk, ive never done that before.... it was amazing. like, im still smiling uncontrollably at the most inopportune moments.
hes wonderful. every time he touches me i feel reassured. every time he says my name i shiver a little. when he kisses me i think of that stupid line "he kissed me in a way that i've never been kissed before, kissed in a way that i wanna be kissed for evermore." and i know what it feels like to have my ache from HAPPINESS. instead of crappy depressive bullshit. and i think that i might love him.
and we dont have a lot in common. and that worries him. and neither of us wants to end up like our parents. and i worry. because it isn't just enough that i like him or love him. we have to have things to talk about and do together. and were both so quiet. and i want him to be so happy, just like i am.
and when he smiles at me, it makes me wonder how anyone could smile so beautifully at me and not care so much. you don't smile like that for people you aren't serious about.
im so happy.
and then we spent like 5 hours in the car... after we got back to town. cause we dont have a better spot. its quite interesting the positions our body can get in.... um... we talked, like the talk, ive never done that before.... it was amazing. like, im still smiling uncontrollably at the most inopportune moments.
hes wonderful. every time he touches me i feel reassured. every time he says my name i shiver a little. when he kisses me i think of that stupid line "he kissed me in a way that i've never been kissed before, kissed in a way that i wanna be kissed for evermore." and i know what it feels like to have my ache from HAPPINESS. instead of crappy depressive bullshit. and i think that i might love him.
and we dont have a lot in common. and that worries him. and neither of us wants to end up like our parents. and i worry. because it isn't just enough that i like him or love him. we have to have things to talk about and do together. and were both so quiet. and i want him to be so happy, just like i am.
and when he smiles at me, it makes me wonder how anyone could smile so beautifully at me and not care so much. you don't smile like that for people you aren't serious about.
im so happy.