Thought of falling through the cracks in the road no longer frighten me.
Funny what a new, fresh and good relationship does. Changes the entire outlook. Reminds me why Nicholson wanted to be a better man…for her, of course.
She does that to me.
My heart has become hers. Every second thought is of her…and this is a conservative estimate. I no longer sleep quite right unless she is beside me.
Alas, as I write this, I am across town and in my own bed. Half-empty..half-full…whatever…would be warmer and more comfortable if she were in it with me. My eyes are half-shirted and I hear the beckon of sleep, but there is that missing presence.
Approaching my 30th month using this site for my writing and it seems I have finally found the muse I needed. The one I have spoken of in these pages a number if times. The one who’s very smile creates fantasies yet unread…and they will be read yet, as so many suit in my draft file awaiting me to find editing time. The one I never truly believed I would find.
My draft file has never been so full. I blame her, entirely. Inspiration has never come so often and with such vicious abandon.
…and it has only just begun. I’m not letting her go.