And it just keeps getting better…
When I think I’ve reached a lifetime limit on my happiness factor – when it seems nature must surely make a turn to bring my feet back down to the earth – my ecstasy climbs another rung on my ladder to Cloud Nine.
I feel like I’m gushing… am I gushing?
It’s so different.
What it’s not: needy, clingy, insecure, obsessive, demanding, dictating, or addictive.
What it is: gentle, kind, content, loving, surprising, open, and… wonderful.
I still find myself editing my thoughts because Sleepover Girl continues to be obsessed with reading my blog for some psychotic reason, and I really don’t want her to know how happy I am. It’s none of her fucking business.
Her ex contacted me out of the blue the other day; I don’t want to be involved in their drama.
My unwritten story. My life. Mine.