& that simple fact makes my lungs tighten painfully as a weight settles heavily on my chest and my breath becomes shallow - the air too thick to breathe.
But that's a different random babble for a different post...
So he showed up one night this week - running late from work - with a shiny silver soccer ball & a HUGE FIFA t-shirt. [Ya see, before we started "dating" he was forced to read a few emails (& listen to a few rants - especially after France beat Brasil. i mean - did you SEE that game?? WHAT THE HELL, MAN?!?!) ALL about the 2006 World Cup.] It was terribly cute & very very thoughtful.
Between that & Pete my sour mood started to sweeten.
Though...i don't think it was the actual t-shirt & ball that helped. It was him. All kind & comforting. From day one that's how everything seems to go with us. Comfortable. No bullshitting. No trying to impress. No pressure or games. Just us. As we are. And we fit together. Like some bizarre puzzle - pieces of mellow,quiet and smart linking easily with cynical wit, dark thought and fiery passion.
now my brain is trying to warn my heart that its all going to fall apart.
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