He's been mentioned but never fully talked about, which is odd because I like to talk about him. I enjoy being with him. I love everything about him. I love the way he smells, his voice, the list could go on and on. He's 5'11", continously tanned, gorgeous chest, beautiful blue eyes, and is the only person who can stop my emotions from going into overdrive (which is rarely, which just makes it ten times worse). I can tell him anything. I can tell you every little detail about him some are very personal and some not as personal. I can tell you that when we are sleeping I feel safe in his arms, and I sleep better.
I was in a mood the other night, a freaking out, get me out of here, bawling my eyes out mood, and he fixed it, he made the mood go away when no one else could. I was just not in the best mood because I had a shitty weekend, I've been thinking alot about Chasity, I found out I got ringworm, RINGWORM OF ALL THINGS!, I've been sitting in Cleveland alone since end of June. It was just a shitty weekend. Anyways, he let me rant and then said a few things and I was calm.
I've been with him since April 14, 2008, and we are missing each other, counting down days and can't wait to be dirty. :) (babe, please don't kill me.) It has been the longest 3 months of my life and I am so ready for it to be over.
Not very much about him I know but I notice that even though I like to talk about him I tend to ramble and repeat myself and I was trying not to put you through that excruciating process.
So, I am going to get out of here, and come up with something else to write about next time!