Haven't seen Wash for 36 hours. He emailed me 9 times yesterday and we spoke on the phone twice. I am veering between wishing we could talk more and holding back on my enthusiastic, needier side. I'll see him tonight and I am really looking forward to it. Funny, the thing I keep thinking about is how much I like falling asleep next to him, waking up and feeling his hand or leg against my skin and how when one of us turns, the other adjusts, like parts of an amoeba (NO, I don't have boundary issues, I just like the metaphor!). I also like thinking about him curled up sleeping next to me, his warm, broad back so close, so comforting.
I am smitten, aren't I? I look at him and I find it surprising that I have come to care about this person so much. Do I think about what it might be like to live with him? I do, but I am not going to take any hasty steps, so I'll be living here, by myself, for the next six months or more, thank you very much.
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