| silver rings, kisses, and narcotic cough syrup ... what else could a girl ask for? |
[13 Jan 2004|06:25pm] |
I'm not feeling particularly creative this evening, so don't be surprised if this isn't the most captivating of journal entries. My mind is in a fog. Too much sleepy syrup and not enough of my boyfriend seems to do that to me. *sigh*
My very sweet boyfriend, who took care of me for 2 days, gave me lots of kisses and backrubs and other sorts of wonderfulness. He even drove all over town with me to find a book on Celtic symbolism, (that we never did find ...) being with him is truly the best medicine.
My back and chest ache from days of unrelenting coughing. The rest of my body aches in a completely different way. Nothing much seems to hold my attention now, except him. Oh, and music ... which kind of also makes me think of him. *lol*
I came home lastnight and I was restless and grumpy. I've never felt that before. Sure, I've been in love, blah, blah, blah, whatever. But this is a whole new territory of love that I've never visited before. It felt like my left arm was missing or something ... I just didn't know what to do with myself. Strange.
Love is a lot like food. You laugh, but if you think about it, you'll see the similarities. Like really good cheesecake ... it's rich and soft and sweet in your mouth and you just want to keep eating it until you're bloated and sick. Or, when you're so hungry that you load half the salad bar onto your plate and then realize after you've made a small dent in it that you really weren't so hungry after all? I'm trying to just snack ... a little here, a little more there, licking my lips, leaving me always wanting more.
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