There are a million and one reasons why I like him, a million and one reasons why I chose him and him alone over seeing where other avenues might lead, but the main one is that he wants me. I know this might sound strange, for there have been many other men who have wanted me, but they have wanted me in a way that was tenuous, that was shaky, that was about to break. (And I have broken with it, under the weight of it, into a thousand bits.) He is solid, constant, true. I freak out and he can take it somehow, which makes me freak out a whole lot less, just knowing that I can and that he's not going to turn on a dime and walk away. What will become of us we've yet to discover, but I feel that the foundation we are laying just may be sound.
Also: I love the way his eyes light up when I enter the room. It makes me feel so much more than just plain beautiful.
2006-02-22 - 3:51 p.m.
