i hate fridays, i get so lonely. and this stupid bed is so big when i’m the only one in it. i like that my girlfriends pillow smells exactly like her. not like, cologne smell, but, human smell. i like her human smell. i like it a lot.
okay, i’m done. welp.
it’s been almost ten months. ten months of us living with each other, ten months of us spending every waking moment with one another, ten months of us laughing at each others dumb jokes, ten months of putting up with each others crap, ten months of us going everywhere with each other, ten months of us looking into the same eyes during our daily routines, and yet, after nearly ten months, at the end of the night, she still puts her arms around me and she’ll pick me up, and spin me around in front of all of her friends and we’ll get these huge smiles on our faces, and i’ll put my hand in the nook of her arm and we’ll walk out together, ready to crawl into bed after a long night because the first and last thing of the day that we still always want to do, is wrap up in each others arms and fall asleep in the safety of one another’s hearts.
Last night I fell asleep reading my book. She came in, took my book out of my hands and put a bookmark where I was, took off my glasses, tucked me in, kissed me on the forehead, crawled in bed, and wrapped her arms around me.
I noticed something just now. I just noticed how attracted to the love of my life I am. It’s not to her body, her look or style it’s an attraction to her soul. I feel something I haven’t ever felt as I look at her right now. She’s my other half. My love. My life, and no one will feel that way with her again because she’s not going any where. This Valentines Day couldn’t have gone anymore perfectly.
My girlfriend is sweeter than pie.
Today, I received two small bowls for a belated Christmas present. When I got home, I showed them to you and I put them in our “stuff box” in the corner. They are the perfect size to eat my favorite guacamole dip that you make when I ask. They’ll look nicely on our coffee table next to our sofa, or inside the cabinet by the sink, the one with little, round doorknobs. It’s getting close, it’s getting so close. And instead of being scared, I’m excited to put my little hand in yours and taking turns using their pen to sign the papers. This is real. This is now. You and me. You and me and our little stuff box.
Oh, no. My poor, poor baby..
The way your pillows and sheets smell like her after she’s gone.
It’s my last day of vacation, and I was bummed about it ending. So, to cheer me up, my girlfriend took me on a surprise date to the nickel arcade, to go see a movie, and made me one of her delicious grilled cheese sandwiches when we got home.
I couldn’t have asked for a better last day of winter break. I’m such a lucky girl.
So, I’m stressed out, trying to get the measurements right for a piece I’m doing. My eyes are closed, fingers through my hair, rubbing the sides of my face, when my girlfriend says, “hey, you with the face.” I look up, and she had pulled her shirt and bra up.
Nothing like a fabulous pair of boobs to cheer you up.
That awkward moment when you’re having sex, and her mom calls..
I got my girlfriend art suplies, a snuggie, personalized dog tags, a pillow pet, plugs, little junk, a soundtrack of our lives together, a watch she’s been eyeing, and a scrapbook that I spent the last two months putting together.
She hates Christmas: I just hope I might have changed her mind. At least for this year.
