Thank you. For your compassion, understanding, patience, effort, love. Words don't convey how grateful I am for you and everything you do for me. Everything you do for my process and growth as a human. You are a true partner. I love you more than I've ever known I could love someone.
Hope your day isn't too tired. :)
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Moments Apart
Taking nights off to do other things is one of the greatest things I can do for myself and for you right now. Every time I do that, I further solidify my choice in you on an even deeper level. For more reasons. Different reasons. Each day I find a new reason to love you more.
I love it. I love you. I love Us.
I love it. I love you. I love Us.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
I think Moby has your cat.
Hello Friend of Us,
Any sentence fragment + Moby = funny.
I appreciate your concern today.
I don't how much of what I've said and wrote to Her that she's shared with you, but one of my favorite themes is choice.
I want to be chosen, every day.
I want the constant evaluation, where she's always answering: "Is this the best man I know?"
And I want the answer to be yes, without compromise.
Sooooooo..... I have to live up to that. Live up to what I've written and said.
Because that's what I want: to be the best man she knows, the best man she will ever know.
If she were to choose me, I would pleased.
But if she doesn't, I'm not going to act like an asshole.
That doesn't make me a better man, you see?
Every choice I make these days is based on "does this make me a better man?"
It's quite useful. Keeps me from eating candy and getting fat.
One big reason this thinking works is that my love for Her is already very actualized.
Our creative collaboration provides an uncompromised relationship that is mutually beneficial, progressive, and actual.
Things like this may ripple across my heart, but it's only in passing. Fucking Moby!
Actually, the thing with Moby is only tough because now I have to make five hundred fucking million dollars.
-Him
Any sentence fragment + Moby = funny.
I appreciate your concern today.
I don't how much of what I've said and wrote to Her that she's shared with you, but one of my favorite themes is choice.
I want to be chosen, every day.
I want the constant evaluation, where she's always answering: "Is this the best man I know?"
And I want the answer to be yes, without compromise.
Sooooooo..... I have to live up to that. Live up to what I've written and said.
Because that's what I want: to be the best man she knows, the best man she will ever know.
If she were to choose me, I would pleased.
But if she doesn't, I'm not going to act like an asshole.
That doesn't make me a better man, you see?
Every choice I make these days is based on "does this make me a better man?"
It's quite useful. Keeps me from eating candy and getting fat.
One big reason this thinking works is that my love for Her is already very actualized.
Our creative collaboration provides an uncompromised relationship that is mutually beneficial, progressive, and actual.
Things like this may ripple across my heart, but it's only in passing. Fucking Moby!
Actually, the thing with Moby is only tough because now I have to make five hundred fucking million dollars.
-Him
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Darn it!
"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
-When Harry Met Sally
-When Harry Met Sally
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