calypso

I'M QUEUED MOTHER-FUCKERS!!!!

Good times.

I tried leaving him last night. It was then that I realized how horribly I need him.

"Just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt," he said.

"What does?"

"Being without you."

"Thinking about it makes my everything hurt."

We cried for hours.

"Have you found someone that makes you happier?" he asked.

"No," I replied, releasing a torrent of tears...I knew how much that must have hurt him to even ask such a thing.

I talked about the possibility of moving to Philly.

"Does that mean I'll never see you again?" he cried.

That thought alone broke my heart. I kissed him. Our tears mingled, as did our pain and love. How strange it was to feel these things at once. So happy to have my darling's affections, and so devastated at the thought of never having them again.

I can't leave him.

"I can't imagine living without these lips," I whispered. "These eyes, your heart..."

I pulled him atop me...we lay there, kissing and crying and crying and kissing. My love for him welled up within me, overwhelmingly so.

"Make love to me," I begged.

And he did. The single most beautiful experience of my life, a resolution for all my doubts and questions.

All I need is this, I thought.

All we have to do is make love, and I am at peace again.

He loves me...

Our problems are temporary.

Things have been difficult between he and I, but he is the only one who will love me quite as well, and I him.