I am exceptionally sentimental and girly tonight. I blame it on my lady parts. And the moon. The point is, I’m feeling nesty, but my nest is three hours away. It gets increasingly more difficult to manage the ache I have for him. And it’s not just sexual. Though our sex is phenomenal, FUCKING phenomenal, sex is just sex without something more to back it up. And what we have is so much more. I’m finding myself dumbstruck at how easily I’m able to be myself entirely with him. He loves my smart mouth, when it’s not directed at him. He knows I need boundaries, knows when to be my Sir, my mean Daddy, and when to hold me (even if I’m far away) and let me be a neurotic mess. When I tell him I want to try something he says sure. My mind is blown. And he’s seen a good amount of my crazy, which is pretty fucking crazy, and he’s still here, in this with me. I don’t understand what I’ve done to deserve him, my friend, my boifriend, my lover, my confidante, my Daddy, my Sir, but I’m not one to take someone so amazing for granted. He takes my breath away, sometimes literally (I told you I’m a kinky bitch, hehe) and so he’s stuck with me until he can’t stand to have me around. He wants it all, too. Not just playing house in the bedroom, but building a home with each other, making a life together. I want that so bad I can hardly see straight. Well, I guess that would be because I’m not straight, but you catch my drift. I want it all with him, and right now I’m in my bed, listening to the rain pour down outside and all I want is to be in his strong arms. I am in love.