I am still in that first blissful stage of ‘getting to know all about you’ …
When the exploration is endless and the talking is the beginnings of a manual on ‘how to love me’ with footnotes and appendices included.
My girlfriend could be telling me her dog died and I am sitting there with a grin on my face that no one is be privy to it’s import and yes it begins to even offend me. Wash your face and read current political news all I want, it will not go away.
Given this instantaneous technology one could easily mistake the quick texts, small emails and handful of selfies as cute or a testament to his affection but I have to admit it makes me uneasy because I don’t buy into it.
No, I get emails that are planned out days in advance, that require a road trip to capture an image of a particular place, sometimes 3 or 4 pages long and for the past 12 weeks not a one has gone by without, even after spending hours together.
Honestly I have always found a talkative lover soothing, it means I don’t have to talk as much and I can spend the time watching them and listening to them make love to me with every word.