And the Distraction!

I'm stuck thinking about how to manage more time with you.

Today, I had to revisit several of our places, and even manufactured a reason to do so.  They're not as delightful as they are in your presence, but the shade of us was still there. 

This weekend, I would think of the shape of your fingertips and be useless for hours.

Guilty as Charged

I like when you challenge me on statements I make. You make me confess, even when I've tried so hard not to.

I adore you with every beat of my heart. I have trouble hiding it. In fact, it may be impossible.

I like making evidence with you. It seems like the right, but wrong, thing to do. Oh, how I love the mixed bags of life!

Evidence

The rain washed your hand prints off of the trunk of my car.

I'm not sure how I feel about this.

So, Now What?

I imagine Glurg the caveman or Krurga his woman sitting around asking the same question.

That's the frightening part of life...the next step. Change is scary, sure, and this place (metaphorical or literal), with all of its problems and so on, is at least familiar. "What's next" is uncertain.

I don't know what's next for either of us. It bothers me, and I try not to let it. For all my blather and bullshit about "everything will be just fine" and "whatever happens, happens", I'd feel better if I knew what might happen.

I want both of us to be happy. Beyond that, I'm clueless.

Do you have a clue I can borrow? Please?

(By the way, when I'm writing heavy stuff, it always amuses me to see the examples they use for labels for the post....scooters, vacation, fall.)

Happy New Year!

I really just wanted the first post of 2012. I'm petty and competitive that way.

We already talked about how some issues are too big for resolutions. I guess, then, it was a goal I stated to you when I said I wanted to find more moments of happiness.

Thanks for being part of those moments. Here's to a much better year!