Thursday, January 11, 2007
With the blink of an eye you finally see the light
Saturday night, January 6th.
I am standing at the bar talking to Email Boy, and his friend, George. Email Boy says something that makes me laugh, and I throw my arms around his neck and turn to George and say, "I love Email Boy!"
I feel his arms slip around my waist and squeeze me tight, "And I love Chloe," he says.
How did we get here? I wonder. Two years ago, I would have gladly handed this man my virginity. I fantasized about it approximately 200 times a day. I obsessed over every communication. I counted the minutes until he responded to my emails. And a text from him sent me over the moon with happiness.
Somewhere along the way he has become someone that I absolutely cannot live without. Now, if he doesn't respond to my emails I call him and berate him for neglecting me. Now he texts me regularly at 7 am, and I want to kill him for it, especially when I am in another time zone and he's testing me to see if I turned off my phone. We tell each other everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. I asked him once if he tells anyone else the details he so willingly shares with me, and the answer is no.
He once was telling me about a girl he met, he describes her as having the most amazing personality and then says that hanging out with her is like hanging out with me.
I could call him and cry on his shoulder. I don't. But I could.
2 years ago, I probably would have been pissed to learn that our current relationship would be the outcome of my obsessive love for this man.
But I couldn't be happier about how things have turned out. I don't believe for one second that there is any sex that is better than knowing that he is there when/if I need him.
Today's Title from: Amazing by Aerosmith
I am standing at the bar talking to Email Boy, and his friend, George. Email Boy says something that makes me laugh, and I throw my arms around his neck and turn to George and say, "I love Email Boy!"
I feel his arms slip around my waist and squeeze me tight, "And I love Chloe," he says.
How did we get here? I wonder. Two years ago, I would have gladly handed this man my virginity. I fantasized about it approximately 200 times a day. I obsessed over every communication. I counted the minutes until he responded to my emails. And a text from him sent me over the moon with happiness.
Somewhere along the way he has become someone that I absolutely cannot live without. Now, if he doesn't respond to my emails I call him and berate him for neglecting me. Now he texts me regularly at 7 am, and I want to kill him for it, especially when I am in another time zone and he's testing me to see if I turned off my phone. We tell each other everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. I asked him once if he tells anyone else the details he so willingly shares with me, and the answer is no.
He once was telling me about a girl he met, he describes her as having the most amazing personality and then says that hanging out with her is like hanging out with me.
I could call him and cry on his shoulder. I don't. But I could.
2 years ago, I probably would have been pissed to learn that our current relationship would be the outcome of my obsessive love for this man.
But I couldn't be happier about how things have turned out. I don't believe for one second that there is any sex that is better than knowing that he is there when/if I need him.
Today's Title from: Amazing by Aerosmith
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