I’m in that stage of waiting where I’m having a hard time concentrating, hard time sitting still.. hard time typing (I’ve had to erase and retype the majority of the words in the preceding sentence, for example). Â What’s going on you ask? Â Oh, nothin much.. just heading to San Francisco for the weekend.
Yeah, that’s right, I’m going to be with Roxy this weekend *REALLY BIG GRIN AND SQUIRMING IN MY SEAT*
I’m driving up to the airport tomorrow afternoon and everything in me says ‘Go! Go! Go! Don’t wait! Go Go Go!!’
I’m having a helluva time staying focused, my mind keeps jumping from topic to topic, through a list of stuff I’ve got to do, or want to do, mostly in an effort to not just freeze in place and quiver in anticipation.
We both feel it, the crazy butterflies in our bellies that start to swarm every time we get close to visiting each other. Â Our butterflies have butterflies in their bellies. Â I’ve managed to get a few things done, focusing on specific tasks in order to still the loud party in my head. Â I have no idea how I’ll get through tomorrow. Â I’m leaving shortly after noon, jumping into my truck and heading north. Â Just thinking about that gives me an adrenaline rush and a panicked feeling that I’ll forget something.
She seemed surprised that I still get nervous about seeing her. Â I don’t know that I will ever stop feeling this nervous excitement. Â I always want everything to be perfect, don’t want to forget anything important, want everything to be just right. Â And the thing is, with us, it sort of doesn’t matter. Â We could get dropped into an empty room together without any time to prepare and we’d have the best time ever.
Oh, my love, my darling..
I hunger for your touch
a long, lonely time
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