Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Wherein the author does what she promised not to do in the previous entry and rabbits on about her shiny new relationship. For once, my heart hasn’t been ripped out of my chest and broken glass rubbed into the place it was before. It’s there, beneath muscle and sinew, beating harder than I’ve ever felt it. I don’t know whether to cry because her train has spirited her away, or smile because she was here and she was wonderful. When she hurts, I hurt and when she laughs I smile because I made her happy. The rose is starting to wilt slightly and I’m wondering if the sugar she suggested I put in the water was really a good idea. Still, there are a million and one roses in the world and if I have to buy one for every night I've spend with her this past week…there won’t be enough roses. With her the rules go out the window. What I allow, what I don’t allow. I don’t even remember the distinction anymore. I can be as raw and exposed as I like, and she accepts it with a grin. At one point we’re going to hit a wall, but what the hell. I’m comfortable with that too. Aren’t I sickening? Trying to find each other’s character flaws – I’m a Trekkie, she takes too much milk in her tea - in an effort to make this not so unrealistically perfect. Looking over past entries in the diaries that don’t make it up here, I barely remember a time I wrote about, after a little wine loosened my tongue and our flirting too on a different edge. I thought if it went anywhere, it would be no strings attached, no commitment. I can’t even remember wanting that now. But I don’t remember when I realised what I did want, what I’m wanting now instead of my empty room ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower