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Daydreams...fantasies...desires. Swirling about in my head even when I don't want it there. To express my buildup of intense passion with someone who drops me to my knees...even to look at her sitting in her favorite chair on a Sunday afternoon, perhaps checking her email or reading a book gives me butterflies. I imagine her becoming annoyed with my persistence in trying to contribute my help while she works on her car or cooks dinner. She is both annoyed and amused because I'm really no help, but I want to know what she knows. I am floored by her intelligence. She is set apart from anyone I have ever known, with varied abilities and interests, and a level of cynicism and wit that could knock anyone down to the ground. Rough edges are smoothed with kindness and compassion.
She's a bit moody at times, especially on those days when her job gets to her. I offer to give her a massage and cook dinner as my day wasn't as bad as hers. There are some days when she just needs her own space, and I need mine. There are no hard feelings about this, because true love also means trust and understanding. Our arguments have meaning...sometimes anger. Anger comes and goes. Issues are resolved, and on some nights our lovemaking is more intense after a good fight.
Love is never perfect, but regardless...we are soulmates.
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Posted by sag4817 on 2007-11-15 00:10:37 | Rating: | Views: 137
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Yep! That certainlly sounds like love to me!
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Posted by Triforium
on 2007-11-15 01:19:28
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