So Much In Love

Joel Regondala, you're the most important person in my life and I'm hopelessly in love with you. Sooner or later, one or both of us is bound to fuck up, but I don't care. I'd rather fight with you for who-knows-how-long than to find another guy who could live up to what we share now.

I love the way your hair curls down the back of your neck and the side of your face..
I love the way you gaze at me..
I love the way you laugh..
I love the way you smell..
I love your voice..
I love the warmth of your body..
I love the way you hold me close..
I love it when you kiss me..
I love it when we make love..

And I love and love and love you....

We Almost Broke Up...

What would I do if the inevitable comes? I don’t know. I’m just hoping that we’d stay together for as long as we could. Perhaps until we’re both still breathing.

There’s something scary about a future without SB. This doesn’t mean that I’m sticking to this relationship just for comfort. It’s something else; something I can’t quite put a finger on. It’s like a physical pain in the stomach that goes on an upward motion, striking the heart where it hurts most. Then, just when I think the pain is over and done with, I find it difficult to breathe. It’s as if SB has a remote control; as if he manipulates my vital organs. I’d die if he hits the wrong button.

Hahaha… The analogy sucks. But the thing is this: I can’t imagine a life without SB.

And if truth be told, I don’t want to.

Gawd, I need a pack of tissue….