He came home.
05/05/2007 03:26 a.m.
Last Saturday he came home. My world is full, gone the gaping grief that draped this last week.

I know it isn't considered emotionally correct to feel this kind of relief, but there is such a freedom in it that I embrace it, cultivate it, everything short of covet it. *hanging my head in buddhistic shame* I DEFINITELY have a preference about whether or not this man is part of my life.

Last night we went dancing for the first time in our relationship. Initially, it was the awkward movement of two people testing the rhythmic slap of choppy waters. But as we moved together, we caught some sort of synchronistic sway and swirl until our movements were fluid and smooth. I had the BEST time!!! He is so sweet to me, but especially last night - asking me if I knew how beautiful I was, whispering little inside observations that only he and I understood, applauding while I performed, holding me close (that kind of intimate public embrace that lets anyone watching the two of you know that you are loved and held in precious esteem by the individual adoring you), sharing those looks with me that say things he knows only I can hear. *happy sigh*

This is truly a bridge I will never burn.
I am currently Loved
I am listening to my sleepy eyes pull me under