badjuju

Sometimes you just have to gush and goo. It happens. If I was toppy I would tie you up and make you listen to me being all gushy and gooey. It would be a scene. You would beg me to stop, "Please mistress, please, no more 'fluffy, snoochy bunny bear" but I'm not. In fact, I love being gushy and gooey. And that is why I am going to spend the next few minutes on an ode to my love (not exactly an ode, more a rambling, but you know what I mean)

Last night I watched a whole movie, from begining to end without getting up. It was a bad movie too, but I watched the whole thing because I got to watch it all snuggled up in his arms. It just makes everything better.

I've been writing my wedding vows and find myself filling page after page with love words about him. too much to ever fit in a tiny little ceromony. Perhaps he will let me spend the rest of my life with him and I can give it to him in chunks, little nibbles of love and affection every day.

I am a better person since I met him. Never before have I had the courage to become more than I am. He pushes me and I balk and squirm and beg and plead but I do the things that are good for me and I am grateful. Now I wake up in the morning and I like who I am. I never imagined I could be this. Never before has the person I pretend to be been so close to the person I am. I am authentic.

He has this smile. Oh my God. I can't even discribe it. He smiles at me like right that second he is falling in love with me. I get all giggly and puddle every time he does it. Am I that lovable or has he lost his mind? He says I am the perfect woman.

I have to get back to work, One more thing though....The sex...it's amazing. Transformative. My soul opens up and I feel like I have to hold on or be sucked into the sky. Blissfull, joyfull, restless rest, I am so in love.