It was my own doing. Kind of. Things have been going so well and I bring up making love. Sound the alarms. Ring up the station. It’s going down. Wooooo, wooooooo.
Ugghhh. Don’t ask me how we got here.
But picture 6 hours of this. The last hour being a full on punch out, duel. Exhausting. But we managed to get out of it. Maybe because even though the idiot sent me this pathetic attempt of an excuse I knew where his heart was. And I figured we would work it out once he calmed his jets a bit. I gave him time and left him on read while I worked things out for myself. Sometimes, as in this case, it makes it worse. Lol. The joys of “relationshipping”, like “adulting” but doesn’t sound quite as cool. Won’t stick I’m sure. 🤣
I’m trying to stay up until 12:12 and say a prayer. The full moon and I go way back. I have a special draw to her. Mystic magical dancing mayhem, that’s a thing…right?
My life feels like a whirling dervish dance and I’m waiting for the soft ballad. Don’t get me wrong though… I love both. But this girl needs a little time to catch her breath.