A short and sweet day

My heart is pounding through my chest. This feeling is overtaking me, it is so weird. It's like everything is lining up so perfectly...honestly its shockingly exciting, and a bit scary at the same time. But I'm not afraid. It feels too right.

Today, I rolled around in bed and thought about her all morning. I didn't hear back from her last night and was a little worried. But thank God I am not the jealous type, as I quickly forgot about it. It was almost as if I am starting to feel protective of her, to make sure that she gets home safe and that those people that are out there don't take advantage of her humble smile and her giving soul. But nonetheless I let my weary head down to rest, knowing that our date was still going to happen regardless of confirmation.

So I texted her to see if she was keeping her afternoon open so that I could jump into it and take her out. Success. I snoozed for another 45 minutes until my mom called me and then I figured I ought to get up and start my prep for the day. The day started as a breakfast bar/book morning, or a B&B day as Diane Haigh so interestingly put it. I read more into Wild at Heart, and found out why my parents are the way that they are and why women often try to fill the void of their husbands with the company of their children. Harsh reality. I am determined to make sure my wife is filled up and her voids nonexistent. She deserves only the best, whomever she may be. That is why I have to retire before I am 30, way before it. I need to put all the love, hope, dreams and desires of her heart into fruition for her because noone else can but I. And why should anyone wait until they are 65 anyways? Idiots. lol

So tangential today...lol. She has my mind all over the place, I cannot think straight. :)

But anyways, after pumping up the pecs and taking a shower, we met at Millenia but decided to get sushi farther away at a place next to Kirkman and Conroy, near the Hurricanes wing place that I also love. Mmm, I'm hungry again. hehe. But we had an amazing conversation as always, talked about growing up and why getting drunk is so shortlived at times. It's like we long to be different and endulge in the fact that we can be and still feel the ecstasy of life. A couple of kisses and amazing sushi later, we were off to Festival Bay to shop.

I love the fact that she can't help kissing me anywhere we are. Most people would try to be decent about it, but why hide it when you feel it. People will remember you for only a second anyways, unless they are the one receiving the lip service. :) But she just lets loose with the love in her heart, and so do I. And I ramble on about this because our intent was to pick up an outfit for her modeling show at Forever 21 and we ended up just walking around hand in hand, her in my arms, our kisses flying liberally throughout the air. We walked and talked, got to know each other just a little bit more. I assured her that this feeling was real and we talked about the first time we were attracted to each other and why to validate it. Although none was required, we did it just to recall the feeling and compare it to the amazing one we both felt in that instant...or so I believe. Then we saw some parrots and a guy named Jean Carlo from Nicaragua put the parrots on the both of us and offered up a picture for 10 bucks. Finally, a chance to get a picture with her.

The damn red one kept tickling me, nibbling at my hair (because apparently he likes the gel) and nibbling at my chest right above the "t" on my shirt. It tickled the hell out of me, but it didn't compare to the feeling that she gave by being there enjoying that exact moment. She forgot that she had a white bird posted on her head the whole time, until the picture was taken. Lol. This is where the memories start. (I wish she would have smiled more like she does when she looks at me...it would capture exactly how this feeling is progressing).

As repetitive as it sounds, we walked, kissed, talked and just couldn't stop falling into our own little world without concern nor care for anyone but each other. We returned to the mall where her car was, along the way exchanging dreams and visions of ours for the next year, two, and beyond. We have SO much in common that it isn't even funny. For example, she wants to learn to play the guitar AND the piano just like I. With the same ambitious spirit, same loving attitude with a hint of stubbornness and indecisiveness at times (like me), I just really think that there is such a compliment to each other that exists. We couldn't stop kissing, but we had to because the ol' J-O-B. But I let her know that until she got sick of me that I didn't want to stop hanging out with her. So we are meeting up tonight to go Jacuzzi-hopping like our first crazy night that we connected.

I'm crazy about this girl. I cannot explain it, and I have tried to deny it, but I cannot. I didn't want to rush into anything but I can't help but want to jump on the quickest train fast tracked to the deep emotions of her heart. I want to give her so much of me, and I know that in time it will come to please her more and more. I realize more and more each day what I was missing and what I really want in a girl. I want a truthful feeling that keeps true throughout the years and is not falsified by the outside influences of substances. You'll never get high off of love if you find your high embedded in other pleasures. This is crazy good!

I call her my drug. ;) And the after-effects are so much better.