Ok so obviously the following journal entry will be chock full of cuteness and giggleness and love-sickness. I don't really care if you chickenbutts groan and rolls your eyes at the silly lesbian who's all cuckoo for some girl...because she's not just some girl.
In February, I got the balls (cue all transvestites groaning) to send a PM to DefyingGravity...I was the typical theatre geek and freaked when I saw her screen name and the way that she talked about her beloved puppies really caught my eye. And thus a whole new path in my life opened up before me. Mind you, I'm a paranoid twitch so I was CONVINCED until the moment I heard her beautiful voice on the phone that she was some 40 year old man trying to take my innocence...or what's left of it. So yea, I trusted her but I didn't wanna trust her because I was scared. But one day I just called her and the moment I heard a single syllable leave her lips I was done for. CRASH BAM BOOM! I was hers.
So for the past few months my text message inbox has been full of just texts from her. Even just letters sent from her hand to mine makes my heart beat fast.
This girl, this silly and uncoordinated perple-haired beauty is mine and I couldn't be happier. I call her and her voice makes me want to cry because it makes her seem so close though she's a whole country away. The day that she sent me a text telling me that she needed me to be hers was the day that the clouds parted and I realized that I had to be there for her or else my life would be incomplete.
I don't care if she's a country away...she's mine and her voice speaks lovingly to me and makes my chest throb with a pulse that I thought had died a long time ago. She's gentle and smart and kind and strange and confusing and twitchy and beautiful in body and mind. Her smile makes me smile and her laugh makes my legs go weak.
I wrote again. I haven't written in weeks. I saw her face in my mind and the words flooded me and I wrote her one of my favorite poems to date. Mine. Hers. I miss the feel of her hands in mine though we have never touched. I miss the smell of her hair though I've never been able to bury my face in it. I miss the way her eyes gaze into mine though I've never had the privilege of being able to stare into their depths.
DefyingGravity...heh...that's for damn sure babygirl. So Oasis...y'all should be proud of yourselves...you made this love-sick lesbian one happy little buggar!!!!