I was so excited to finally take her out somewhere. Ah, and then to feel her arms around me! I almost melted! To hold her next to me, standing there in the tunnel at Museum Station, feeling nervous and shy, believe it or not! Just dying to kiss her but actually scared to for some strange reason! He he!
And then when our lips met. . . no, I can't even try to find mere words to describe it! Artists have spent millennia trying to describe love, and have failed, because it is impossible to say in words, music, painting, anything, how that emotion, how all the other emotions than surge, roll and combine to make up the euphoria that is love, how they feel when your whole body, your heart and soul, your very being is completely and utterly consumed.
And to take her somewhere like the Art Gallery, and to be able to enjoy it with her, to be able to share an appreciation and a joy of such artistic works. Ah, what a day, what a day!
And today she played her piano for me. Is there nothing she can't do? She plays beautifully, wonderfully, I wanted to cry listening to her.
And then to part, to say goodbye and go home, the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do in my life.
I know it's only temporary, I know we shall see each other again, soon, and again and again, forever, but that knowledge doesn't make her absence any easier. I haven't been able to stop thinking of her for a second. Her beautiful face swims before my eyes, I feel her still against my body, her arms around mine, holding me tight, the perfect way we fit together, face to face, side to side. Her hands in mine, so fine and soft and delicate, and to brush my lips upon them.
And her eyes, I fall into her eyes, I drown, and I never want to come up again for air.
My Nightbird, meum mel, my Shannon, my love. I miss you so much already. I missed you the second I walked out the front door. I wish we were together right now. We will be again soon! But it will be hard to sleep, to eat, to think, to do anything until you are next to me again.
I love you with everything I have, my heart and soul are yours forever and eternity. And I never want to let you go. You are everything I could want, everything I need, and more. You make me complete, you inspire me, you amaze me, you impress me, you stun me and hold me captive.
I am yours.
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I dont need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...
My life is boring.
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I dont need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...
that's for the
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I dont need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...
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I dont need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...
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Cogito, ergo doleo
Hehe.
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I dont need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...
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I dont need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...
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Cogito, ergo doleo
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I dont need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...
Thank you, sweetness
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I dont need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...
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