And I am awake and crying, because I love my life and the people in it.
Last night…or what was Thursday night, I stayed at Mr. Yummy’s house. I watched the remake of True Grit (EXCELLENT MOVIE!!!), he made me dinner, and then we played an amazing game of Shag and Gag. HAHAHAHAHA, yes, I just typed that and although I won’t go into details he and I are amazing.
We ALWAYS had that. We were always good there. He’s the only guy who can consistently make me feel so beautiful in the intimacy we share. He pushes me to really great places, and since we first came together in 2000, we are even better.
I am so thankful that I will never be the person I was in my past. I am so thankful that I learned to be happy with me, before we started seeing one another again. I know that I will love him till this body takes her last breath. I have always loved him, and I have always been “his”. This thing I feel for him, transcends marriage, but I am his in every way that the state and church can never touch. Does that make sense?
He’s my huckleberry. He’s always been my huckleberry, and he’ll always be my huckleberry. I find it very fitting that every time I arrive he has prepared for me a Doc Holiday, made with 360 Huckleberry Vodka.