We're always talking religion. Last night was no exception. I have a book to read that He gave me. It's called "The Ragamuffin Gospel."
We managed to get the day together, as well as some time for just us. It was nice, so nice!
Oh don't look at me like that!!!
I told ya, we only had plans to snuggle and cuddle. Which we did. A lot.
I had my head in His lap at one point. He was playing with my hair, which was just uncooperative. Poor thing. I have to put a lot of crap in it to tame the beast that is my hair. Mousse likes to tangle my hair a bit. Okay, a lot. At least it wasn't it's usual poofy mess.
To be fair to my hair, He had ruffled it quite a bit. It had been put up, hastily taken down to snuggle earlier that day. We had a little time to cuddle while we watched a movie. Hair being up is not conducive to snuggling. There was wind, and a day's worth of fuss to it, so it was understandably non-cooperative...
But the playing with hair, His hand stroking my face...that was really nice. I was about to fall asleep on Him, though mainly the couch. I knew I couldn't stay but I wanted to. Just to stay right there in that moment.
Safe, protected, happy.
We talked about "us", as our conversation inevitably leads to there. How even in my dreams the man confuses me. I swear the night before last, I had a dream where He told me that "this" wouldn't work. Then maybe 10 minutes later in dream time said something along the lines of: I still care for you. This could work down the road....it was an assumed I want you to wait. I can't remember if He actually asked me to wait in the dream or not though.
Seriously, even my own head is fucking with me now...as if He wasn't enough.
While we were talking, He said that it'd be a terrible idea if He took me upstairs and did all the things He wanted to do to me.
Apparently fucking my brains out was on that list.
It is a terrible idea. Absolutely. But I was horny and for a brief moment I almost said, "what are we waiting for?"
At the same time, I was contently curled up with Him. We were having an excellent conversation. I didn't really want to move from that spot, not even for sex.
I enjoy looking up at Him. He's quite taller than me normally, but with my head on His lap...very different perspective. Mmmmm, I like!!!
I told Him I would wait. Hell, I am waiting. My mind is set. There are plenty of other people interested. I want Him, only Him...very different for someone who is typically very fluid in relationships. Very poly normally.
Doesn't matter. I want Him. It's the love I have for Him that gives me feelings I had long buried. Gives me hope and safety. Gives me strength.
He's the one who reaches out a hand, when my world is falling apart around me. He has been so good to and for me. He's an excellent friend, one of the best I've ever had.
How could I not wait for a man like that?
I think most wait with the assumption of "some day"...it's something we've talked about. But there is no assuming here.
So I will wait in action, and for a time when "this" has a chance to be "us".
What this could be is worth waiting to do it right. He's worth waiting for, always has been.