life in the darkness

We all know the love that our parents give us, you know, the normal hugs, when they give us a hug good night That feels good and warm, but then there’s this thing called love, romantic love! When my partner comes into the room, I don’t get the classic heart racing or butterflies, like straight away. I get excited, like hello, how are you. But today, after meeting for the first time in 20 years, he hasn’t changed Just like he always was. But my first relationship. So, how do I feel? Well, it’s rather strange. Tears, but happy tears, or tears I can’t really explain. You see those movies where people fall in love and it’s all huggy huggy, smoochy smoochy. But I don’t believe in that. I kind of think you should take things slower than that! Like the people did in the 40s. The songs they wrote, were totally different. Singing about seeing you on street corners. How they feel about the person they’re with. Looking out of the window and they can see them. Hugging them when they walk in. Yes, they talk about their lips meeting in a kiss, but that’s it. Not really any further. But I’m kind of anticipating things. What will I feel? How will I feel when a guy kind of eniciates something? I don’t normally like it when people do that. I don’t mind the whole parents giving you hugs, but guys are different. This is totally different. The reality of things has kind of hit. It’s real. Things are happening and I mustn’t kind of anticipate them. I mustn’t let my nerves take over. It’s all very interesting. But very strange. Kind of hard to comprehend. But I must. It’s all very new New, but exciting. Who knows Who knows what the future will hold.