Luck

I never believed in luck, per se, despite saying often enough, Gosh that was lucky, or wow that person is lucky. I always thought luck was something contrived to make us not belive in God or to think that somehow we didn't deserve good fortune or that we weren't in control of our lives. I think that luck seems like an easy way of getting out of something.

But I feel lucky. Everytime I see him, everytime I laugh with him, hug him, kiss him, I feel like I am the luckiest woman in the world. What did I do in my life that would give me the opportunity to love him? I'm certainly don't feel I've ever done anything heroic that would grant me the privilege to spend my days being his. But that is what I want to do.

World Girl

Oh yeah...

I have a new job. I start August 15th. Huge pay raise, increase in duties and excitment in the clinical trial world.

World Girl

"Lovers Have Such Seething Brains" Shakespeare

I have gone mad.

I've been mad before, but this time I have gone mad with taste and restraint. Is it madness, then? Yes! Oh yes, it is a sweet, delicious madness that I have never known.

My heart has fallen off a cliff into the deep, blue void of love, and I am happier for it. I just think about the time when I get to be with him again, when I get to feel his fingers pull through my hair, when I get to taste is lips and soft tongue.

He makes me LAUGH and GIGGLE and SMILE with abandon. No one has ever done that. I am ready to accept love and to give love as much as he wants, and if he should ever not want me, that will be OK, too.

Now, if only I can find it in me to be patient. I'll be good. I'll be good.

Madness becomes me, I think.
World Girl