3-17-03

Kind of a funeral of sorts. Nothing major. The day has finally come. I knew it was going to come because no relationship can be so good for so long. I feel like the honeymoon is over and a tad of that invincible magic is gone.

NO we did not have a fight. Just the interactions after a long day of work for her and some annoying, selfish kids. I was candid to the point it hurt her feelings and I couldn't apologize. She responded with "Yes Dear" and that was the verbal equivalent to a period at the end of a really bad sentence. I sat at the edge of the bed, mesmerized by my inability to react or decide a next action or say something funny to ease the tension.

There are other things. I contemplated stopping at a bar for a st patties day beverage just to delay my return to the apartment. I could tell by two telephone conversations, brief as they were, that I wasn't coming home to a happy environment.

We snuck to the bedroom to cuddle. We weren't on the same page. I want passion. I want hands all over me and lips too for that matter. She wants to forget her terrible day. We snuggled but selfish me was left wanting more. I don't want to screw... I just want to be the center of her world.

With all that said, I am still the luckiest man on earth and deeply in love.

Anyways,
Good Travels.