I think I’m just beginning to understand how addictive a person can be. How you can want nothing more than spending every moment in their presence. How their every word is a silken caress on your skin. How hours fly by in mere mortal minutes, never thinking of eternity, never thinking of the past, for there is only the most miraculous now before you.
It’s mind-boggling.
Part of me always wondered if romance writers (um, not including me, of course) and those who wrote romantic comedies for movies were always just a little high on crack or just plain disillusioned. The love they speak of, the love they celebrate – I thought it a mere fairy tale, a human invention for the rest of us who just couldn’t have anything like it. So remote, so out of reach, so plain impossible – because the real world just doesn’t allow bliss like that. That’s why so much time is spent in fooling us, right? Showing us love that is impossible, unattainable, out of reach; because we have to believe in something, might as well believe in this, even though it’s only a fairy tale and paper thin.
You, gentle reader, may have gathered by now that my attitude has changed.
Oh, yes.
My personal fairy tale, but it isn’t really, because it’s real, it’s mortal, it’s my minutes and my hours and my overwhelming addiction to a phenomenal woman, a woman who is spinning my world, who is teaching me about the simple joys of kissing and touching and pleasure. A woman who makes me hot, who makes me wish I could just stay in the comfort of her space all the time, instead of having to subject myself to the mundanity of the real world, with my job and my chorus and such things.
My personal apothecary.
And I couldn’t be happier. If addiction it is, bring it on.
I’m extremely happy for you Phoenix, made me smile from ear to ear reading this and I wish you both much happiness!
I see you read The Book Thief? It is one of my personal favorites, humanity laughs and cries on every page turned, it haunts me.. Let me know what you think of it upon finishing it, I’m curious!
Congratulations!
Isn’t it so much better than a fairy tale? In fairy tales, things are usually just so magically POOF! love at first sight! with no depth. The process of falling deeper and deeper in is part of the fun!
And isn’t it even so much better than a romance story? No matter how good the author is, the relationships contained in a book are about someone else’s ideal partner. When you embark personally on the path, everything is tailor-made to suit YOU and what you find attractive, compelling, and fascinating–even if you didn’t know what that would be before you experience it first hand.
Isn’t love as much a journey of self-discovery as it is the joy of learning about someone else?