Especially today. I woke up at 5 am, to 'think' of 'her'. It's almost 8 am, I've had breakfast, a little chocolate and have that exact feeling I recall from being a kid - awake for three hours before anyone else, a little groggy now that the excitement has worn off somewhat, but pretty sure I can keep my energy up for 'visiting' and more 'gifts' later today.
I know it's rather sad, sappy and pathetic and it's even uncomfortable for both of us. We know it and we were even discussing it last night. How it's a phase - the 'actual Honeymoon Phase'. We'll grow out of it, but until then, we will take this massive dump.
I say this because I compare it to taking a shit. It's natural and necessary, even if it stinks quite a bit at times. It does indeed feel good at times too, but the type of people we are, we aren't particularly proud of it... in spite of the fact that I am now metaphorically pointing in my toilet bowl and telling you "Look at my awesome turd!"
Thing is, it's been a number of years since I've felt this inspired, and being in love will do that. My creative output has rocketed to absurd levels since finally finding this 'mews' [another rather icky term] I've been seeking for so long.
I have no interest in shouting anything from rooftops or mountains (although I have indirectly done just that through my creative work lately) nor do I wish to rub anyone's face in it.
It's as gay as Christmas alright, and just as lovely. *bleuch*
Here, this 'log' (lol) is on the 'web', so I can do things like embed sickly sweet but incredibly wonderful music...
Or not apparently EMI? Really? Fucking dicks.
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