I don’t know what to say.

Is it a celebration or a wake?

I feel closer to you than every before. Not further apart. Closer. Close.

So is it odd that you are hotter than ever before now? Is it because you are single?

Or is it because you are just hot? I can see you blushing now. Don’t blush. Accept it.

I say that, but know you will say the same directed to me and I just don’t get it.

I don’t have hoards of ex-coworkers breaking down my door.

I guess it doesn’t matter. I need to accept it and worship it.

We are hot in each others eyes and that is good. Very good. Very, very good.

Oh so good 🙂

I like your hips. Your breasts. Your smile. Your hair. Your smell. Yes, your smell.

Deal with it.

30% if it matters. Maybe 50%. Just thinking about it. You. You.

Ok. Enough. I need to return to reality but you need to know – I’m jealous. But I’m not.

It will not be easy. It will not be painless. It will not be without drama. But it must happen. I know this now.

So, I wait. I wait for now. I want now. I resolve to make it happen. This is not a promise. It is a desire.

Oh desire. What a whore you are – desire. Ha – whore. So much to say – so little time.

Sleep well. Live well. Be well.