To Anyone Who Has Looked At My Blog,
I’m happier than I’ve been in years. I guess at least for the time being, it’s time for me to leave Tumblr~I may be back in a week, a month, a year, perhaps never. To all of my great followers, I thank you for everything, this blog has represented a very long and precarious time in my own coming of age story but the time has come for this little blip in my story to draw to a close. I knew that this day would come eventually; it’s time for me to let that part of my life go. All of it. For now I’m going to spend some time writing my book and making a life for myself. I am so excited to see what the future has in store for me. And if you’re reading this, (No, I didn’t forget about you dingo) I have but one request. Keep adventuring bright eyes.
Take care all of you,
Slightly Surreptitious blogging out.
The first time I saw her she was sitting in the corner wearing an army jacket with combat boots. Dark hair, green eyes and heavy on the eyeliner~just the way I like it. I turned to my friend Emilie and sarcastically said, “holy shit, you didn’t tell me you had hot friends.” We both laughed and the six of us sat down around the table before leaving for the party. I found out bits and pieces about her throughout the night. She’s a poet. I’m a writer. She listens to indie music and jazz. I listen to slightly punk alternative. She’s assertive~her presence is felt by everyone while I tend to be a tad reserved. Somewhere along the way we kissed and then we were making out and by the end of the night we were together under the covers. I needed that. I think perhaps one of my favorite things in the whole goddamn world is the few moments leading up to when a woman relinquishes control~the way her breathing gets heavy as she fights to stay in control. When she grabs your hair and whimpers “I’m almost there” as she arches her back and throws her head back. Her body clenches and she completely surrenders to complete catharsis~she doesn’t fight to stay in control anymore. She’s yours.
We woke up in the morning and she rolled over with the sheets pulled up to her nose so I could only see her eyes. In the morning light they were even brighter green than I remembered. I couldn’t see the rest of her face but I could tell she was smiling. Usually I would regret a night like that but it was right then that I realized that this one was different~I could never regret a girl like this.