Special people, are the ones that get inside you, the ones that get straight to your heart without taking any shortcuts.. straight as if they run on a highway, as if speed limits don’t exist, and as if distances are really unreserved …
Special people, are the ones who meet your thoughts and mix them with theirs, to make you understand that in every moment, every place, there are people who seem to be meant for you, who understand without questions, who answer without asking, and with which everything always seems so natural…
The special people are the ones that when you meet them, they are able to fill a void you’ve always had, and it’s the same moment you realize that emptiness was in your heart waiting for the very moment someone important would fill it, you would have waited for days, months or years…
Special people are those who understand, understand and know everything about you, sometimes more than you can imagine. They are those people who read inside you and feel your thoughts, and are able to give to you a gesture, that serenity, the happiness you forgot… they’re so special you can’t forget them…
***** This is from my drafts, my Feelings Museum (see my other post for context) – a moment in time when Sweet boy was more than a friend. It makes my heart ache for him when I read it, but also weirdly warm from how he made me feel. *****
I. Love. This.
I don’t let many into my insides, I have a wall… followed by a mine field, some razor wire and a sniper surrounding my heart. It surprised me Misty got through 8 years ago, and then this past Spring, Sweet boy.
Now I live a lifestyle with Misty that is open. S/he and I have been on many wild and amazing sexual adventures. And in that time I’ve met many really cool people. Some wanted more than just a sexy evening, but I never let them into my heart. It was just different.
Misty, if you’ve read my blog from previous years, you’d know has had sexual adventures/partners without me. S/he encouraged me to find another. But it just wasn’t in my heart to do that. Misty loooooooves the idea of us with other people in our lives, that was never my dream.
In walks Sweet boy.
Cute as hell, funny, smart, and deliciously submissive in a way that grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go. But more than that, the way we open up to each other… Let the other into our lives, feels like such a deep intimacy to me – I treasure it. Everyday. Every time he let’s me in a teeny bit more, I am defenseless. I want to protect him, spoil him, tease him, snuggle him… give myself – my heart, my care and affection to him… Fuck, I didn’t stand a chance. And I don’t stop myself, and I continue to let myself open to him, and this us we are becoming, everyday. It’s scary, but I’m doing it anyway. Because without great risk there is no great reward. And one day, like I’ve said to him a few times, I will kiss him.
