2006-03-06
Sick with waiting.
Oh, it has changed. And things are good.
We are together. And we're making a go of this "adult crazy responsible stuff". He kissed me and I'm shaking so hard I can barely type.
We're gonna do our best to be functional and respect the fact that we live together, damnn it. Oh, woe.
I want another kiss. But it's the am and the second was long enough.
This could get me hurt. But... I'd rather be hurt and loved, than unloved and alone.
Life is good. Those two days I was sick with waiting.
suzza at 12:16 a.m.