I was making myself a tea, and just about to poor some honey into my cup. Boyfriend says “Can I have a teaspoon of honey?”
I told him “Of course!”
He got a teaspoon from the drawer, walked over to me and put the spoon against my butt.
What a charmer.
We laugh until our tummies and cheeks hurt.
We lay together and pinch ourselves to make sure we aren’t dreaming.We randomly break into song.
We say the exact same thing at the exact same time, about the most random things.
We even sigh or make the same noises at the same time.
We curl up and read together.
We act silly.
Ten years. I’ve been waiting and hoping for ten years that I would get a second chance. This feels so surreal, and it’s just so right.
Why is tumblr making me unfollow people?
I didn’t mean to, I swear!
- don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger
- i do not care what the trigger is
- i will tag it for you
- you have legitimate reasons to be triggered by it
- and i am not one to question those reasons
- so just send me an ask
- anonymous if you’re scared
- and i will tag it all the time in future
- your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least
I unfriended about 3/4 of the people on my facebook. Not because I don’t want to be friends with them, but if we rarely talk, or they never post, or only ever post game updates.
I felt guilty while I was doing it. I hope no one takes it personally. Oh social networking.
Things have been going pretty well for me lately. By pretty well, I mean damn fantastic.
I got a promotion at work, and a 10 thousand dollar a year raise. I’m now the customer service and sales administration supervisor. Hooray.
The biggest news is that after ten years of wishing and hoping…I’m back together with “the one who got away”.
We’ve been friends since high school. We dated for a few months when we were 20. I completely freaked out about our relationship and ended it. It’s been my only regret in my entire life.
We remained friends, and talked almost daily over the last ten years. We finally decided to hang out about a month ago, and the rest is history.
For ten years I kicked myself for ending the relationship. We have always had the greatest friendship. We just get each other. I’ve never had a connection with another human being anything near the connection that we have. I always thought “What if he is the one for me and I let him go?”
After ten years of talking, we can still spend an entire evening sipping wine and conversing. The other night we had a few drinks, curled up on the couch together, each reading our own books. Pure contentment.
I kept hoping that some day I would get another chance. Sometimes it hurt to hope so hard. But It actually happened. We lay in bed together and we pinch ourselves to make sure we’re not dreaming.
I’m on cloud 9.