I find strands of my girl’s hair when I unpack my blankets from storage, little golden threads against the navy fleece, hidden from the sunlight for months. It makes me miss the way our bodies fit together so perfectly when we spoon.
Ugh, it is too early for feels.
“I’m not sentimental–I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last–the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t,” F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise.
At the concert the other night, the lead singer introduced one of the songs by explaining this person that kind of got him through one point of his life and into another. And then he thanked her by name.
It was odd for me, because I very closely associated the song with a woman who did something very similar to me. So, hearing another name come out of his mouth was very foreign to me. I was almost expecting him to say the woman from my life’s name. It’s crazy how much we personalize music to ourselves.
But, yes, thank you, dear. I can’t say I’d be producing this tumblr or doing much else in this realm without you. <3
I wish I could hear the little girly sounds they make as they play…at least until an orgasm nears, and the inner sluts come roaring out.