I want to talk to you...I do! I want to share with you the insanity that swirls through my head and the waves of emotion that knock me down (good and bad) every single day. I want you to nod your head and make those reassuring sounds that friends make when they understand just.what.you.mean.
I want you to tell me that it is okay to start from scratch every blessed morning on the reinvention of terri. I want to hear that people understand and are not startled (or frustrated. or angry.) at all when I walk in and back out of their lives as if in a revolving door.
But mostly, I want to tell you about a boy. I haven't talked about him yet because I don't want to jinx it. And some days I am not even sure he is real. And some days I can convince myself that he isn't! But then I get to see him again, kiss him again, hear his voice rumble through my body when he holds me tight and speaks the words I need to hear...
Okay. I still can't talk about him. I will though...I promise.
5 comments:
All smiles! All smiles! All smiles!
I'm so sorry I didn't get that call, I really wanna see you. You are welcome to swing in and out of my life... please.
Becky
Butterflies, eh? Cute picture, Terri. Is this the boy? He's got the Ty Pennington thing going on. Shiny hair on you too, lady!
I am excited for you.
Just seeing the joy on your face is all I need to know :-) Enjoy your beautiful, wonderful new life.
I'm away for the week and am actually missing a BOY myself. It feels weird...I haven't wanted to make out with drunk, gay guys at the bar, and I've yet to write about him on my blog, either.
Shoot me, though, if I say, "No, you hang up first" on the phone tonight.
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