February 2012
28 posts
Oh. My. God.
I fucking love you.
&&
I love fucking you.
God I love it so much. Your moans, your breathing, the desperation in your movement, the hunger deep inside pulling me further.
You, my love, are so fucking sexy.
Feeling you rise and react is my own ecstasy. If it weren’t for all my medications, I would’ve easily come, probably twice. I couldn’t help but...
I'm sinking like a stone in the sea; I'm burning...
Dear God, I don’t know where it came from but I’ve never felt so sexually alive in my life. I feel like a teenage boy after losing his virginity. I can’t seem to control myself…
I think about you so many times a day.
Your naked body has permanently stained my vision.
Your breathing, moaning, screaming resonates through my mind leaving a ringing in my ears.
I want...
January 2012
103 posts
Fair Enough.
So long as I know you want and hope for the same things as me, I can do this with you.
I’ve never tried or wanted to justify, push blame elsewhere, or excuse any of what I did do. I have religiously defended what I’ve been accused of and I will continue to do so.
We lost us. For a while, we lost who we are as individuals and as a couple. And during that time I made...
So who are you waiting on?
Are you hoping and planning to believe in your gut instinct and trust it enough to do what’s right?
Or are you hoping and planning to believe in me, and my ability to change, learn from mistakes, and grow?
Or both?
Right now it feels like you’ve made up your mind to never trust anyone but yourself again.
What if we stay together for 15 years…and you still don’t...
Opening up
So I feel that if I ask you to come to me instead of internalizing your pain, I should follow suit and do the same.
Today I had a giant twinge in my heart.
Your words (almost exactly) were:
“I became that person. If you are going to treat me like the problem hell child, I became the problem hell child. I might as well…it didn’t make a difference except I got some sense of...
Negative Associations...
I’m sorry you feel the way that you do about things.
I want to straighten some of that out, though because it’s inevitable, unavoidable, and right now unnecessarily associated and completely unrelated.
Tattoos. Okay I get it. It’s one of my favorite things to do, and it’s something I ask everyone in my life to let me be apart of. Don’t let that be ruined forever,...
Forgive me for being crude...
I know I’m supposed to be reveling in the love and romance…
But you do something to me that I can’t explain…
All I can think about is passionate, rough, hard, angry sex with you.
I’m sorry.
"Find Us, Find Me"
I love you, too. More than I think you may ever know. Especially now, but probably ever…
By no means do I expect this to be an overnight process. I respect that time is a giant factor in your healing. I respect that I must earn what I threw away. I respect that you are struggling, disoriented, and terrified. I get it. I honestly do.
But, you need to know that I really am here because...
