Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, hold you in...
I remember one of the times that we’ve kissed where we were lip locked and I exhaled into you so you would breathe me in. I remember how you were all sorts of mesmerized, and how tightly you held onto me. I love doing that with you. It’s almost as if I really have a part of you in me.
So when you posted this as your status a couple of days ago, its meaning didn’t hit me until today. I closed my eyes, only missing you so much more than i already had. Feeling the weight of the love that I have for you…and then I count down the days when I can see you again.
I miss you. I love you.
I can’t wait to lock hands, lock eyes, lock lips, embrace you. Feel the heat of your body against mine. I can’t wait until i see you again.
You mean the world to me. I’m so glad I’m with you.
So, my mother keeps pestering me about what we’re going to do for my birthday.
Honestly, I have not idea what the fuck I’m going to do. I know I ain’t workin’, and I’d better not be. Other than that, is there any real reason to celebrate turning 24? It’s not exactly a landmark age or anything. The boy is out of the country that day, and I have no real plans. and If I’m going to do anything, I might just do it by myself.
but she keeps asking me what i want to cook for my birthday, and I told her not to cook anything for me because it’s not important. I get the sincerity, and maybe I’m not in the mood to really care because It’s that time of the month, but, turning 24 isn’t even exciting or anything. in fact, I hadn’t even come to the realization that my birthday was even next week until Dirk reminded me yesterday.
I derno. Maybe I’ll go over to Ranch 99 and buy that HK bag/wallet from that bookstore. Maybe I’ll go bra shopping [I do need new bra’s but then again I said I’d go with B x, so maybe that’s outta the question.]. I could go buy a pineapple and go to Press St. Helena and make Dirk make me my special pineapple dessert.
I don’t know. And if I go out, what the fuck would I even wear? I’d want to wear my new Bettie Page heels, but gah, the bolero I bought would require me to wear a white tank top, and it makes me look fat. I could wear the corset underneath that, but then you’d see that the corset is black underneath the white. Or I could wear the corset, but then that would make it that I’d wear it three times that month. UGH. DECISIONS.
I could just stay home, veg out in front of my tv/computer and sleep in all day and not do a damn thing. but that would be a waste. I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do for my damn birthday. all my friends are going to be working that day since it’s a Friday.
Ah. C’est la vie. I’ll make things work out for the better.
and he makes me smile. He’s always teasing me. He makes me laugh so hard I can barely breathe, & he has my heart guarded with his life. Hes making me happy. He’s pretty much picking up all the pieces you shattered. I love him.