Sometimes I think I blog out of impulse. But that's the whole point of blogging, I believe, to let my impulses flow. In my last blog I stated how I think your feelings for me are changing. I don't think this any longer. I think I've been moody and irritable lately which is causing you to stay away or stay in place. I know that makes no sense, let me explain.
You're used to the fact that sometimes I can be emotional and get upset over very small things--so you decide to not act on it. Which, I guess is the better thing to do.
Anyway,
tomorrow it will have been five whole months with you, love. Five whole months of laughter, tears, extreme happiness and undoubted love. I've loved you from the start. Well, not start-start, but start. As I sit here now in my room of gloom because it looks like rain, I'm thinking and imagining you laying next to me, your face buried under the covers with your black hair poking through. I'll gently rub your shoulders and kiss your cheek--you won't wake but stir only a bit. I'll sit here writing this and more. I'll write you love songs and poetry that may not entirely make sense to you but that's because I write secrets within my words.
When you finally wake I'll be smiling at you, you'll smile back. I'll give you a sweet good morning kiss and we'll hold each other until we feel content with the fact that this is the best moment we've ever had. And it is the best moment. Every moment is the best moment with you.
You're used to the fact that sometimes I can be emotional and get upset over very small things--so you decide to not act on it. Which, I guess is the better thing to do.
Anyway,
tomorrow it will have been five whole months with you, love. Five whole months of laughter, tears, extreme happiness and undoubted love. I've loved you from the start. Well, not start-start, but start. As I sit here now in my room of gloom because it looks like rain, I'm thinking and imagining you laying next to me, your face buried under the covers with your black hair poking through. I'll gently rub your shoulders and kiss your cheek--you won't wake but stir only a bit. I'll sit here writing this and more. I'll write you love songs and poetry that may not entirely make sense to you but that's because I write secrets within my words.
When you finally wake I'll be smiling at you, you'll smile back. I'll give you a sweet good morning kiss and we'll hold each other until we feel content with the fact that this is the best moment we've ever had. And it is the best moment. Every moment is the best moment with you.
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Happy Holidays to you!!! :)
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