counting on my fingers

Namaste blah-g family 10 more sleeps. Now that I can officially count on my fingers, my mood has improved, drastically. Since the day we met, the luthier and I have each swished around the world for various causes. I can't say how excited I am that we will be somewhere together; which also happens to be his local stomping ground. It occurred to me yesterday that the two of us have communicated every day since we met. Regardless of continent or...

day 15. come mi betide.

come mi betide ho assaggiato l’oceano quando ho baciato lui e ha salvato la mia vita. ho indossato di lui vestiti; avvolto nel suo tessuto. profumata di sigaretta promesse. entrambi giurò di questo stato per sempre. che noi apparteneva insieme eterna. non ho mai realizzato infinito non ho mai capito vi è una sola anima che mi adatto all'interno di. quando parla il tamburo del mio cuore esplode. ho espandere per circondare la verità che...

day 14. just barely.

Well, this weekend sucked - like last weekend. I slept as much as I could. I was invited out, I declined. The only thing I want, is the luthier. I actually prefer the workweek to weekends while I'm going through this because workweeks are more structured, they go by quicker. I have a defined place to go and clear tasks to execute. But when you leave me to my devices for 48 hours, yeah... not so much. I have been talking to my soulmate since...

day 13. “two”.

Two (an excerpt) “We kiss in Sperlonga,” he promises. “…my voice is F flat, it’s terrible. I know this.” “I only dream of you,” I tell him. “Every night. Every night, I dream of your touch.” “Every dream, I feel your touch.” He’s been in Italy for two weeks and we’ve been together two months and there have been two other humans in my life to turn my head. But… nothing like this. When his voice touches the...

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