Well, our talk went well.
I spent the weekend with him. A lot of growing and learning. For someone I just started talking to, coming up on week 2, it feels so strange how quickly this person means to me.
I almost want to write out the weekend, just so I don't forget. The feeling of being cared for. The silly bits in between. The stolen kisses, the suggestive winks over some overly crude comment. The sharing of heartspace. My neck being absolutely destroyed by the sleeping on the floor. Waking up next to him, our bodies tangled up. It was so surreal.
I know I can't feel this forever, so I'm learning how to enjoy the time as it comes to me. Being in the moment. We held hands a lot. We gave each other little kisses. We fucked a lot. We shared a lot of food and drinks. Little smiles. Vulnerability.