I came here with hopes to share a few thoughts, feelings and emotions. These inclinations and sentiments are weighing on my heart, in a good way, nevertheless. I knew everything that I was going to say and how I wanted to say it. Specifically, I wanted to share my view on what life’s like in Smittenville; but now that task seems hardest to complete. My thoughts are all over the place. Perhaps it’s because when I revisit the occurrence that I want to share, I find myself dwelling on that moment. I find myself smiling at how it seems as though he needs to hold my hand and play with my fingers. I linger on the thought of his smile, the sound of his laughter, and his dimples. Each time, I re-savor what has already occurred. I am reliving that moment as if the past is the present. It’s truly remarkable to be able to do such.

Love? I think I have a long way to go before I get there. Meanwhile, I’m enjoying what my friends call smitten. I like smiling for no reason. I like the text messages throughout the day. I like the dates. I like when we just stay at home. I like the stories he has to tell. I like how he turns and looks at me, with his head slightly slanted, just to show that he’s listening to me. I love when it’s just me and him.

I probably shouldn’t put all of my eggs in one basket, but I honestly can’t help it. I don’t even have time to juggle all of the names, personalities, and “chill dates” with other people. I don’t want to. I can’t help the fact that every one else seems so obsolete to me now. My mind is consumed with pleasant thoughts. I try to keep those thoughts private but my attitude and my smile opted out of the offer I presented to keep those thoughts private.

My friends are having a blast with advertising my newfound happiness. Their comments are profuse. My sister has a myriad of vulgar, yet hilarious, things to say. But in particular, she claimed that I appeared as if I was floating.. no, flying.

I smiled.

Previously, I’ve felt as though I no longer knew how to love due to all that I’ve been through with my last relationship. I guess there is no such thing as a bird forgetting to fly..

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2 Comments
  1. Jany Claire

    January 9, 2011 at 9:36 am

    Wow! Amazing writing. Love it, love your style. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I will definitely continue to follow yours!
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  2. Jasmine

    January 9, 2011 at 2:05 pm

    This is so sweet…I know life experience tells us to keep walls up but you deserve to bask in the “smitten” feeling…even though I’m married now, I think it’s important that couples try and keep that feeling alive because the monotony of everyday can make us forget when we were head over heels….

    Sidebar, your daughter and son are sooo cute!!!

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