Tonight in class I found myself scribbling the Chief's name all over my notes. I tried writing it in different scripts, and writing different combinations of his name. I wrote little quotes, and drew hearts and swirls.
Oh I am a girl in love. Crazy, head over heels, madly in love.
And it is COMPLETELY his fault.
In fact he was showing me his cousins wedding pictures and talking about traditions. Oh, I take full responsibility here. I'm a girl. Wedding talk is embedded into our DNA, it's in our very girlie genetic code. It makes us all lovey dovey and doe eyed. Well... it made me kinda hot and horny... (Evidenced by the quickie blow-job while pinning him to the bed in the few minutes we had before I had to actually go to class...) But seriously, if the Chief is reading this, please disregard. This is completely temporary and will undoubtedly be cured within the next 24 hours ;)
So yes. He has me giddy like a teenage school girl. He has me smiling and laughing and writing his name all over stuff, and daydreaming, and fantasizing, and hot and wet, and just overall happy. This is what love is. Having someone that when you're mad at them it can't last long because everything he says and does makes you smile and melt and laugh. And having someone to have dreams with. For today, tomorrow and the future. For example: Dogsledding, renting a motel for an hour in Amsterdam, etc, etc. He is my person. And I know this. It's scary a bit, but mostly incredible knowing that this person is my someone. Because of this I know that we'll make it through anything, and everything because he is my person and we are supposed to be together.
Alright. Cheesy stuff done. Stay tuned for the sex stuff.
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