I have had the most amazing new thrill.
Love.  Real love.


I have discovered it, and never want to lose it.  secretly I want to turn to the last page, like some romance novel, to see how it finishes, but I am more thrilled that it is here than I am anticipating some sort of end.

I want sometimes when I am laying in his embrace to tell him I love him, but I feel I mustn't dare, fore it may be too soon.  Everyday there is some new binding factor, winding me in closer, but I cannot chance losing it, so I will wade it out, wait it out, and gather twilight to my breast.

I am truly happy!

It has been perfect with Mr Big (formally known here as Mr. Tall), and I honestly have fallen face first into the amazing blue lit sea of fantastic bliss.  Nothing can raise my spirits more than to see him lay in subtle slumber, to see him smile, or just simply to see him.

Last night we went to a club and danced.  We saw Mr Black.  Mr Big was such a man about it, he subtly shielded me from the glare, I hardly noticed the presence of the force that once entangled me in anger and pain. 

I love him, I love him.
I pray to angels and bees and everything sweet that I shall never lose this feeling.
We will break bread and not heart.