Exactly one year ago I thought….

         I want him to fall in love with my mind. In the event that my body isn’t enough (granted, it is a lot, but it shouldn’t be enough) I fall back on my mind and I hope he finds it as beautiful as I do. I’m more talented that he knows. I hope it makes him lose his breath again.  I want to do it to him. I want to envelope him.

        I’ve been hoping. I’ve been trying. I’ve been putting off writing about him in case he “happens” to read something.  I know. That’s a lot. It’s a bit much. I’m afraid of it, too. But that’s what I want.