I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
Alphonse de Lamartine

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie

If I could grab a star in the sky every time I thought of you, the whole night sky would be in my palm.

Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart. Kay Knudsen

Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it’s one day further from the last time you saw each other, it’s one day closer to the next time you will.

I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you,
but everything here’s telling me I should be fine,
so why is it so, it bothers below that I’m missing you every time?

I got used to you whispering things to me into the evening,
We followed the sun, and it’s colors, and left this world,
it seems to me, that I’m definitely, hearing the best that I’ve heard,.

So throw me a rope, to hold me in place,
show me a clock, for counting my days, down,
Cause everything’s easier when you’re beside me,
Come back and find me,
Cause I feel alone.

Whenever you go it’s like holding my breath under water

I can’t wait until you come back home from the trip. I miss you so much.

 

A girl can dream

Sometimes, when we’re cuddled close in bed, and I can feel her arms around me, holding me tight, I imagine a ring around her finger. I feel butterflies rushing through my body like wildfire. When I consciously think to myself, “I’m lying in bed with my wife,” I feel so weak and so proud that I can hardly stand it.

 

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Signing on today…

with nothing more to say than, God, I love this girl. Waking up with her every morning makes every day the happiest of my life.

 

rainy fridays

Thinking about her makes me smile while I’m driving to work on a rainy Friday morning.

 

What’s love got to do with it?

I realize that my blog is supposed to be about dating, love, sex and relationships – but even though that subject may be something I think about a great deal of the time, it (surprise) isn’t all that I think about. I think I’m going to take some liberties here (not that I never had these liberties) and write about whatever else is on my mind. I realized that the reason behind why I don’t update my blog religiously is the fact that I don’t always have something to say about love and relationships. Perhaps that’d make me a bad writer for a magazine, say, but this is just my blog, so I’m going to take advantage of the fact that I can do whatever I want.

It’s a foggy day out in San Francisco and Berkeley (I am in Berkeley at work, and can see the city from my window), and my crazy boss isn’t here. I could not be happier. That woman stresses me out. Just seeing her face brings my pulse up a couple hundred notches. She may think her presence here is good for productivity, but the fact remains that I get SO much more work done when she’s not around to raise my blood pressure. I am so glad she’s not here.

Anyway, on more of a romance note, I was recently introduced to this song by Jon Brion – Little Person. It’s got a melancholic feel, but at the same time, is strangely hopeful and beautiful. So for all of you out there searching for that other little person- this goes out to you.

 

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come on get higher

Come on get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love…

She is amazing. Every day I spend with her makes me fall harder and harder for her. Every little thing I learn about her as the days pass makes me respect and love her more. I feel so safe and warm whenever I am with her, and I feel absolutely happy and content in all our time together – regardless of what we’re doing.

At this point, I’ve let go of all bungee lines and torn apart all safety nets, and I am happier than ever. Just holding her hand makes me feel like the happiest woman alive. Sitting in the car with her, holding hands even while she dozes off as I drive is the best feeling in the world. I don’t think she knows it, but as we talk in the car, butterflies are rushing up and down my body, and my heart feels weak and proud because I know that she’s mine. I don’t think she knows, but when we are together, sometimes I feel so much love for her that it’s hard to contain it.

I remember holding her in my arms as we woke up this morning. I remembered that it was the morning of the one month mark of when we decided to become exclusive. I remember kissing her, pulling her close, seeing her smile and kiss me, and feeling overwhelmed with a hurricane of dizzying emotions. We lay there, snuggled close, and she reached up to stretch, smiling happily. She was the cutest thing in the world.

One of my favorite memories: Cuddling in bed, with her arms around me, holding me close. Listening to “The Nearness of You” by Norah Jones…feeling every word. Feeling her squeeze and kiss me gently at the end of the song. Feeling safe, feeling warm…smiling…falling asleep.

It’s probably too soon to feel this way.

All I know is that I can’t wait for the day when I’ll tell her that I’m falling for her….

(…that I love her?)

 

Greetings from the city.

I am so happy. I think her lap is my favorite place in the whole world.

 

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