End of the week

I just got home, the feeling of your kisses still burning on my lips

I am hoping that we could make this a weekly thing…walking along, holding hands, ending the week together

We’ve only been together for such a short time, a few weeks, and yet it seems like we’re so connected already

We talked about some serious stuff tonight, amongst all the crazy laughter of my stories and your witty comments in return

My heart broke just a little when you told me that you were dating other women, and regardless of you being intimate with only me, my breath caught in my throat for a minute

I laid it on the line tonight, told you some of the things that I am burdened with, and I hope that because you’re mature and intelligent that you won’t think of me as some insecure freak and run screaming from me

I so wanted to come home with you, I understand about life and work, however, I rarely get to see you… call me greedy, I just like being with you

You told me that I deserve to receive attention and affection, and I so want to believe that

You held me close and told me that you like hugging me, because I am ‘real’, I fill up your arms nicely and you really like that

I know I need to learn patience and continue to live in the moment, and I tried to do that tonight.  Its hard, parts of me doesn’t want to get emotionally attached, a part of me stays aloof

I want more, I want it from you

I don’t want to scare you off