Define Love.

Wrapped tightly in the warm embrace of his voice, that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I can only feel with him comes back. The others…they seem wild. They seem exciting and powerful. Yet, what I feel for them is barely a fraction of all the emotions that jolt through my body at the sound of his breath, at the sight of his eyes.

I know I may stray
But I’ll come home to you.
No matter what I say
I’ll come home to you.
No, I’ve got a choice
It’s just that no other voice
Makes me feel at home like you do.

He can be powerful and dangerous and raw. He can be anything he wants to be. And that’s why I love him. I was thinking about him all day today. I missed him. He was in every single one of my classroom daydreams. I don’t know why I stray like that, why I cheat on them like that. But the moment he took that breath and I opened my ears to them, notions of anyone else left my mind.

If you haven’t figured out who I’m talking about by now, then wow. Because this can only be about one person. The man I’ve loved for three years, the music I’ll love for the rest of my life. Sometimes, people say that it’s over, that they’re dead. They can’t be. The night of the living dead is on its way, you know.

You’re on this website. I’m sure you know who I mean.
Posted on January 25th, 2008 at 10:38am


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