I'm not saying that my life is better than everyone else's. Or that my coupling is more pure, more deserved more true. *But!* My life is better than it ever was. My love has never ever ever been this core intended. Nor has this venus fly trap ever opened its jaws wide enough to accept the amazing Everything that :Doot: is giving me.
And he shall be named :Doot: (Surprise honey!)
He'll know why. And you should too. !Sharing Time! It's one of those graphic novels that I borrowed from him to read. He handed me three. And I read them in this order: Interesting enough, Gratuitiously Depressing (Chunky Rice) and the third - the adorable Yotsuba&!. Honestly, I can't remember the name of the first one at the moment. One of the characters in the GP pulp had a soul that was simply gasolined, burned, dipped into a boiling vat of porta-potty stew and then thrown into a Haitian dumpster. And yet this character still had this tiny tiny spark of needing, wanting to take care of something and be loved in return. Or that's how I saw it. What do I know. I read the book once. Maybe I'm just being a girl.
I digress. There was a little bird through out the book and it kept emitting the word 'doot'. *Tweet* really doesn't raise the bar as far as bird emittances go. *Doot* however, really tugs at my knotted heartstrings. Therefore, I will forego the (as one of my friends terms her husband) Captain Huggy Face (she'll know who she is if she reads this....or rather she should even though that's the third most popular pet name) and Pookie's and crown him :Doot: here.
I know that this is the person that I'm going to put permanently into my 'We' face. (HA! Not Wii - I can't imagine the starvation of intimacy that would bring). This is the person who brings out the best in me, and I can hope to do the same for him. He has been my biggest muse over the years in different ways. He makes me want to .... you name it. All of it. Okay, revise. You name good things only. He doesn't make me want to randomly stab Cheerios boxes at the gas station. Or kick water fountains.
I'd tell you all how awesome he is in detail but I don't need the ladies dropping death threats on me. Don't hate Ladies. Gots to keep the Humanling in safe quarters. You understand.
It's been a long five years without him. It's ok though. Every step of those five years brought us full circle to a place where we *can* be together fully. Or maybe that's what humans say to make ourselves think we've done the right thing all along. Whatever the case, walking east, walking west of the circle, we're still here, right at the meeting point where we can rest on each other the rest of the way. Or drag each other. Either way, we're together. Bless me Jack Johnson! - "Without you I was broken, But I'd rather be broke down with you by my side".
:doot:
And he shall be named :Doot: (Surprise honey!)
He'll know why. And you should too. !Sharing Time! It's one of those graphic novels that I borrowed from him to read. He handed me three. And I read them in this order: Interesting enough, Gratuitiously Depressing (Chunky Rice) and the third - the adorable Yotsuba&!. Honestly, I can't remember the name of the first one at the moment. One of the characters in the GP pulp had a soul that was simply gasolined, burned, dipped into a boiling vat of porta-potty stew and then thrown into a Haitian dumpster. And yet this character still had this tiny tiny spark of needing, wanting to take care of something and be loved in return. Or that's how I saw it. What do I know. I read the book once. Maybe I'm just being a girl.
I digress. There was a little bird through out the book and it kept emitting the word 'doot'. *Tweet* really doesn't raise the bar as far as bird emittances go. *Doot* however, really tugs at my knotted heartstrings. Therefore, I will forego the (as one of my friends terms her husband) Captain Huggy Face (she'll know who she is if she reads this....or rather she should even though that's the third most popular pet name) and Pookie's and crown him :Doot: here.
I know that this is the person that I'm going to put permanently into my 'We' face. (HA! Not Wii - I can't imagine the starvation of intimacy that would bring). This is the person who brings out the best in me, and I can hope to do the same for him. He has been my biggest muse over the years in different ways. He makes me want to .... you name it. All of it. Okay, revise. You name good things only. He doesn't make me want to randomly stab Cheerios boxes at the gas station. Or kick water fountains.
I'd tell you all how awesome he is in detail but I don't need the ladies dropping death threats on me. Don't hate Ladies. Gots to keep the Humanling in safe quarters. You understand.
It's been a long five years without him. It's ok though. Every step of those five years brought us full circle to a place where we *can* be together fully. Or maybe that's what humans say to make ourselves think we've done the right thing all along. Whatever the case, walking east, walking west of the circle, we're still here, right at the meeting point where we can rest on each other the rest of the way. Or drag each other. Either way, we're together. Bless me Jack Johnson! - "Without you I was broken, But I'd rather be broke down with you by my side".
:doot:
2 comments:
"He doesn't make me want to randomly stab Cheerios boxes at the gas station."
:falls backwards off chair at work laughing:
Girl, good on ya! He has indy graphic novels!! A keeper!!
He's awwwwwright fo'sure. No doubt. How do you think I was sittin' here marrying the wrong people all this time and still thinking about this one? =)
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