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What we say and what we do.
What we value.
Being genuinely happy to see
Eye contact.
The thought behind the gift,
whatever it was.
Feeling so lucky for all that you have,
and all you have not;
For all that he is, and all that he isn’t.
A feeling of peace just being in the
same room with him.
Seeing the beauty in his imperfections.
Your own, too.
It’s the person you turn to
when the sky has fallen.
When someone’s hug
can save your day.
When home is not a house,
but between Those Two Arms.


Dear, Love,

Remember me? We’ve met before. A few times, actually. My parents were the first to introduce us. But then we met again (under much different circumstances!) back in highschool. Then I didn’t see you again for awhile, but our paths did cross a couple of times since then! Remember!? At least, I think that was you. It looked like you. Well anyway, I was wondering. It’s been awhile. And quite frankly, I really miss you! I’ll do whatever it takes! I just want to see you! You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.

Let me know.


Missing him feeling so proud on his arm his earnestness that makes me smile in the middle of the day his incredible vocabulary sexy as hell funny as hell his old-fashioned notion of caring he just keeps on being there. Next thing I know I am doing things I had sworn against vowed against tossed out the window when he came along and didn’t pass me by and by the time I noticed what was going on had already grown accustomed to his being there. Trying to define an enigma I know little if nothing about, trying to impress him.

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If I could tell you about me in a neat and tidy definitive statement, I don't think I'd be writing this blog.
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