stuff happens!
i'm a lazy shit and never update, but listening to neil finn always makes me want to write :)
now i wake up happy..warm in a lover's embrace..
always thought that was a sweet line, but never quite understood how good it is to wake up with someone's arms wrapped around you, being that my bed does not prevent roll-together and it always ended up a limb-tangled-sweaty-mess..and not the good kind!
so for the last month i've been sleeping with my flatmate, who went home to europe today. I hugged him, kissed his neck and breathed in deeply to remember what he smelt like [yum] and whispered goodbye. I laughed as he made a funny face out the window of the car and turned around quickly.. bolted for the bathroom and cried like only someone loosing a lover can :'(
i'm sure i'll feel better soon, but i will miss..ummm..
his hugs,kisses,laugh,rubbing my feet - not giving a shit if they smelt, catching him looking at me when he though i didn't notice, his cooking -chef!, that little tuft of hair just above his bum - welcome mat!, his superior manicures - yes, he did french manicures for me, the way he'd whisper things in my ear as we drifted off to sleep..i don't speak french so he could have been reciting the white pages and it would have been nice.
and i'll miss his arms around me when i woke up. okay, mostly a hand encircling my boob and a sloppy grin on his face.
They say you'll remember your first true lover forever right? so now i know what neil was singing about.
*sigh*
i need a hug.
and a futon. i got used to his hard as rock bed and my bouncy castle mattress aint gonna cut it no more..
ps - the guy who directed In My Father's Den died today as well, rest in peace..
:'(
now i wake up happy..warm in a lover's embrace..
always thought that was a sweet line, but never quite understood how good it is to wake up with someone's arms wrapped around you, being that my bed does not prevent roll-together and it always ended up a limb-tangled-sweaty-mess..and not the good kind!
so for the last month i've been sleeping with my flatmate, who went home to europe today. I hugged him, kissed his neck and breathed in deeply to remember what he smelt like [yum] and whispered goodbye. I laughed as he made a funny face out the window of the car and turned around quickly.. bolted for the bathroom and cried like only someone loosing a lover can :'(
i'm sure i'll feel better soon, but i will miss..ummm..
his hugs,kisses,laugh,rubbing my feet - not giving a shit if they smelt, catching him looking at me when he though i didn't notice, his cooking -chef!, that little tuft of hair just above his bum - welcome mat!, his superior manicures - yes, he did french manicures for me, the way he'd whisper things in my ear as we drifted off to sleep..i don't speak french so he could have been reciting the white pages and it would have been nice.
and i'll miss his arms around me when i woke up. okay, mostly a hand encircling my boob and a sloppy grin on his face.
They say you'll remember your first true lover forever right? so now i know what neil was singing about.
*sigh*
i need a hug.
and a futon. i got used to his hard as rock bed and my bouncy castle mattress aint gonna cut it no more..
ps - the guy who directed In My Father's Den died today as well, rest in peace..
:'(