crazy
how quickly things can change
how the right person can make you see everything differently
how immediately comfortable I've felt with this person I met not a month ago
that I've found someone for whom shopping is not a chore
indeed, that I've found someone who just might like shopping more than I do
that I can be myself with him completely (okay, so he was a bit shocked the first time I dropped the f* bomb as an expression of surprise at something he said. He said x, I said, "Fuck you," he said, "Amy!" I said sorry. But it's all about how the words function, right? Um, yeah.)
that I'm learning to accept a compliment. slooooooooowly.
how much we enjoy doing the same things (except football--that's all for him)
how quickly Belly accepted him as her people
how right it all feels
and, so, how scary it all feels, too.
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You are sooooooo adorable. I wanna give you a big squeeze.
Now I know what "S" stands for. I beat the info out of Susan (that's the risk she takes, being my office mate and all).
I'm happy for you Amy :)
ditto.
Also:
I dropped the f-bomb twice in grad class today. Sheesh. It only took me a week. I am incorrigible.
There are varieties of f-bombs: was this a single f-bomb (no other words attached), or an f-me bomb (as in, I messed up big time), or an f-you bomb? That last is the one I don't handle too well...
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