I'm a creature of habit. I keep adjusting my laptop to the center of the bed n the hotel so that my cat's can jump up without destroying my new toy. No, of course there aren't any cats in the hotel room. They're another time zone away.
I miss the hell out of emogoddess. When I see here again we will have been apart for 11 of the previous 12 days.
No matter how much I don't get to spend time with her it never gets too bad. (though sleeping is much nicer when there is a warm body to cuddle up next to.) When I'm away and I think about her I find it inspiring that there is someone, somewhere who loves me the way she does, and is thinking of me as often as I think of her. That's mad passionate love, and noone should ever have to settle for less.
I will end my hopeless romantic diatribe with the following song lyrics(dedicated to my emogoddess):
Love is real
it is not
just in novels or the movies
it is fact
and it is standing here right in front of you
so if you open your eyes
what a sweet discovery
there is hope, and there is joy, and there is acceptance
so now let all the light that collects on your plants
keep you warm
make you smile
and I will be there with this pen in my hand to record
all the while
you'll be laughing so loud
that the house would shake with sound
and everything will be as new as the day it was found.
Love is real
it is not just in long distance commercials
or something that you thought you felt back in high school
so I will turn
black and white
become that horoscope you're reading
it predicts something good is on its way
and then I will send you the world green and blue
in a box through the mail
you can open it up
hold it right in your hand and be glad that it's there
and be glad that you're there
now you can feel all the knots in your stomach start to untie
and suddenly it's not so hard to say you're alright.
Love is real
it is not
just in poetry and stories
it is truth
and it will follow you
everywhere you go from now on
so if you would just cast off your doubt
then your lips would answer for you
oh my darling, when you smile
it is like a song
and I can hear it now.
I miss the hell out of emogoddess. When I see here again we will have been apart for 11 of the previous 12 days.
No matter how much I don't get to spend time with her it never gets too bad. (though sleeping is much nicer when there is a warm body to cuddle up next to.) When I'm away and I think about her I find it inspiring that there is someone, somewhere who loves me the way she does, and is thinking of me as often as I think of her. That's mad passionate love, and noone should ever have to settle for less.
I will end my hopeless romantic diatribe with the following song lyrics(dedicated to my emogoddess):
Love is real
it is not
just in novels or the movies
it is fact
and it is standing here right in front of you
so if you open your eyes
what a sweet discovery
there is hope, and there is joy, and there is acceptance
so now let all the light that collects on your plants
keep you warm
make you smile
and I will be there with this pen in my hand to record
all the while
you'll be laughing so loud
that the house would shake with sound
and everything will be as new as the day it was found.
Love is real
it is not just in long distance commercials
or something that you thought you felt back in high school
so I will turn
black and white
become that horoscope you're reading
it predicts something good is on its way
and then I will send you the world green and blue
in a box through the mail
you can open it up
hold it right in your hand and be glad that it's there
and be glad that you're there
now you can feel all the knots in your stomach start to untie
and suddenly it's not so hard to say you're alright.
Love is real
it is not
just in poetry and stories
it is truth
and it will follow you
everywhere you go from now on
so if you would just cast off your doubt
then your lips would answer for you
oh my darling, when you smile
it is like a song
and I can hear it now.
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Isn't it something how accustomed you get to someone else's presence? It's almost different from just "missing" someone. That knowledge that they are still with you no matter what. You're right, man, that is love. Everyone deserves to know how good that feels, but I don't know if everyone WOULD, even so...
Hmmph.