title: happy. happy. HAPPY.
Saturday, Sept. 18, 2004
I'm so...happy. I'm falling and floating and sitting happily on cloud nine and walking on air and all the things someone would do when they are really, truly
this happy to be around someone they're really into. Nothing could be more perfect than this. Nothing. Not at all. Something was different about today than it was a couple of weeks ago. I really can't point it out, but it doesn't matter. Who needs to analyze something like this when it's very obvious how
perfect this is?
I'd almost forgotten how good he tasted, how he smells when he's near, how it feels with his arms around my waist, how his eyes look gazing deep into mine. I can't believe I was almost stupid enough to let him go. I think it will last. I think it will really work out this time.
I know it will.
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