Him

So, I met a new guy. He's great. Tall, handsome, sexy, he makes me smile like a idiot, gives me that butterfly feeling.

But I tend to fall fast and my brain gets set on hyperspeed and the next thing I know, I'm all the way on the other end of the rainbow and he's still packing his bags for the trip. And that's assuming he's packing like I do which is about a week in advance. I just tend to be prepared and think very far in advance.

So when he's busy at work, my mind wanders to the dark side. I'm a little needy, it's a weakness. I'm admittedly so. He lives an hour away, but I think it will be good for me. I think the distance, the traveling, the missing him so much sometimes it hurts, it'll all help me grow. I need this. And I want him. So maybe for once I'll get the best of both worlds. There's magic in our time together. When he kisses me, steals the covers, grabs my ass. When I pick him up, feel his tummy growl, listen to his heartbeat. So I need to realize that the magic just doesn't disappear because he's not with me. Because he probably is feeling the same way when he gets a chance to put everything down and think about me. I just have less to do on the weekends.