Tag: new love
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Blissed out
who knewthat thiswas evenathing.My bodyhumscontently.My mind isclear.My nervoussystem is dialledtoa deepforest green. Who knewyou would actuallycomeback,like you saidyouwould. Who knewwe couldpuzzle pieceour weekstogether,chatting andlaughing,while buildingthis ordinarylife,filling ourmarble jarto the brim.We bothknow therewill be withdrawals,and kinksin theroad ahead.There will bethick salty tearsin the back ofmy throat,and therewill alsobe more bliss,as we,the novicesstumbleforwardinto this randommagnificencewe continue to…
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The longing
is real,and uncomfortable.Like beautifulstilettosthat are justa tiny bittoo tight…At some pointbittersweetshifts tounbearableand one hasto broker somerelease,or at leasttemporary respite. And while theprudent ormore togetherindividualsamong uswould advocatefor temperance,perhaps evencounselrestraint, orat the very least,quiet, modestsuffering,I have no suchqualmsand howllustily asI contemplatethe dire situationconstitutedby yourdistinct yetunfortunateabsence,knowing full wellthatthe heart wants exactly,whatthe heartwants:you. ~Lu
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Peeling onions and other tricky life bits
So the storygoesthat one canavoid cryingwhile peelingonions,by biting intoa match,and havingthe flint endhang out,not unlikeAndy Cap. Peeling humansseems to bea similarlytricky pursuit,although I’mnot quite sureofwhat oneshould bite into… For humansand understandingthem,and what you findas you peelback the layers,can be supertricky.For we area truly flawedspecies of equallyflawed individuals,and mostof us,prefer not toloose face. So what now?Does…
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And then
we talkand I blowthe doors of my heartwide openexposing my fearand panic.And I literallysay exactly what’scrept under myskin,suddenly appearinglike an itchytapeworm,the compulsionto scratchso strong,while my blooddrips slowlyto the floor. And you tellme what I need toknow,and it’s not pretty,or tidy, or sugar-coated.It’s gritty, and horribleand tender, andreal, and itbreaksmy hearteven more open,to love you,to keep…
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I love you
because we arethe same,and I livefor the gettingof my in-jokesand BSG. I love youbecause you’renothing likeme:big, and wild,and dangerous,with somegreat livedstories to tell. I love youbecause youbring such greatand ofteninfuriatingperspective.Are you evenhuman?And how canchocolate notbe a recognised and appreciatedprimary food group? I actually haveno idea howto trulyloveyou, as Iwitness thecare and considerationyou applyto this everydaything…
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Sometimes
just looking at you is hard. You catch my gaze and my breath. You’re ordinary to the naked eye, to the uninitiated and the uninformed. For your special brand of black magic runs deep, and lethal. There is no cure, ask me, I’ve looked. I have tried to get away, and faltered, tried to move…
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There’s a gentleness
when you hold me. A soft, almost anticipation in your eyes. Our breath syncs, and I cannot distinguish my heartbeat from yours. My cheeks are wet, as strong emotion escapes my body. So this is what it feels like to truly live. This simple magnificent pleasure, of being fully seen, and wanted. ~Lu
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No mud
no lotus. Looking at you I see right into your soul, your humanness, your things that you wished you hadn’t done. And I love you. I open my bad shit cupboard and I show you: my weakness, my stumble, my falling off a cliff, your hand strokes my belly, a part of me that you…
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And tonight
he dreams and speaks in a language I don’t understand. I startle awake. Uncomfortable vulnerability flooding in. I already care too much about this man. My vested interest in his future and what makes his eyes twinkle with delight, being severe. I’m completely naked, and it scares me. My old pattern is to run away…
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It was the mention
of aftercare practices that finally does my head in. Practices so tender and even heartwrenching, that I’d just experienced for the first time, lapping them up unashamedly, only to fall back to earth hard and fast; unsteady, disorientated, sad. These were not our special things, contrary to what my naive, trusting heart had been telling…