I want to write flowery poetry about you, but I am not going to. I do not write flowery poetry. I do not write flowery poetry about you or anyone else for that matter. But I want to write it all the same.
The amount of time I spend wishing I were in your presence fills me with a sense of, well, intense nausea. It is sickening how often I wish I were beside you. My heart beats a little faster at the idea of merely basking in your presence.
I do not bask. And the only thing that is supposed to make my heart beat faster is strenuous physical activity.
I am slowly becoming a crazy person. No, really.
Exhibit A:
Yesterday, I actually gave serious thought as to what we would name any progeny we had. I decided that you could pick the first names (I reserve the power of veto of course), but I would pick the middle names.
I find this all to be terrifying. Immensely so. Yet, at the same time, it does not bother me at all. Actually, that is not true. Never before have I been concerned that my attachment to a male was so profound that I might actually run the risk of scaring him away with my overwhelming desire to simply be in his presence. The idea of it scares the shit out me. The amount of shit it scares out me is actually comparable to an incident that occurred at Best Buy last week while I was Christmas shopping. But that is another story all together.
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Wait....a Boy?!?!? Why this is very big news indeed! Please, please, please make with all of the details, no matter how inanely small and seemingly insignificant:-)
Me wants to know!!! And I am available by email and gchat as well, so I don't want any excuses:-)
There is a boy.
Things are intentionally slow going.
I may have stated it before on my blog, but I have never uttered the L word to anyone who is not related to me. The idea of one day using this word with him does not seem absurd to me or cause me to want to flee (which is a new thing for me).
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