By deevaa Date: 21 February 2001
On one hand I'm just so damn happy.
He is wonderful
On the other hand, I don't feel so great.
I feel terrible.
Last night was Intense, amazing, beautiful.
Today I'm tired and there is a scratchy feeling at the back of my throat that screams 'coming down with something'.
I want to crawl into bed and let him bring me lemon & honey, I want him to make me take my medicine, I want him to rub my back with 'Vicks' and I want to sleep.
but I don't want to miss a thing
I want to feel like this forever.
I want to dance him
I want to whisper him
I want to laugh him
I want to come home, home to him
I want to write him
I want to be his Mecca, and I want him to come, to worship, to pray, to love.
I want - damn it, I want to float on these silken clouds of bliss.
I want us to be.