That loving, loving man I call my boyfriend is in Japan and I totally had a melt-down over a couple of stupid things this morning that are creating jealousy in my life.
I blew up because his house is riddled with signs of ex girlfriends - a random note under a stack of magazines, a lipstick-kissed envelope in a book, a picture taken in Vegas. So I came home from work, checked my email, and then got a box and "sanitized" his house.
And while I was putting all of the notes and pictures in what my family has endearingly called "The X Files" for years (mom's is full of pictures and gifts from me and ex-boyfriends-a-plenty), darling Othello was IM'ing me all the way from Nagano. He logged off before I stopped having my hissy-fit and checked my messages again.
Othello misses me too. He said so. And I'm sitting here crying my eyes out, rueful of the day I was born, missing him bad. In case anyone missed it ... here' s a news-flash: I have fallen deeply in love with this man. The "take-your-breath-away" kind that keeps you up at night, hoping against all hope that your undying love is reciprocated in some way.
Peace, love, and thanks for listening to my latest screw-ball attempt at being an adult.
Dot.
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*hugs*
I won't say I told you so.
ily
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