poking others to see if they're alive . ..
Hey all; it's been quiet--everyone turn into hermits? We're doing the movies, Wednesday or Thursday I think--Matrix Reloaded. I know Astin and Elijah are coming; anyone else feel free to join.
And don't mind Sean and I if we act loony. We're sort of both in love now. *grin*
Private:
Ha,I used to be sickened by those lovebirds you see at the theatres, in restaurants--you know? All over each other, silly grins on their faces, acting so full of saccharin you have thought you'd get instant diabetes. Men don't act like that, right? It's all bollocks, love like that. Can't happen to me.
Heh, that's what I used to think.
Now . . . oh.
I'm guilty as hell.
I literally can't keep my hands off him--he looks at me and I feel like I'm melting, reforming--like liquid metal I suppose, being reforged. I could drown in those green eyes, and I wouldn't even mind. Drown in his kiss, in his arms. I hardly recognise myself any more.
Men aren't supposed to love like this, right? They shag, they mess around, they may form deep friendships, hell even partnerships, but love like this . . . it's just so bloody odd. I've never been in love with a man. But I am over this one. Completely head over heels, madly, insanely and yes, grinning like a fool as well.
Part of me tries to look at this from the outside, wondering where the hell we may end up--living together, raising our split families? Cripes does that sound strange. But it's exactly what I want, and what I think--I hope--he wants as well. I don't know how things are going to work out, what with both our careers--marriages never last in Hollywood, right?
But I need this to work out. Because I love him.
With all my heart.
And don't mind Sean and I if we act loony. We're sort of both in love now. *grin*
Private:
Ha,I used to be sickened by those lovebirds you see at the theatres, in restaurants--you know? All over each other, silly grins on their faces, acting so full of saccharin you have thought you'd get instant diabetes. Men don't act like that, right? It's all bollocks, love like that. Can't happen to me.
Heh, that's what I used to think.
Now . . . oh.
I'm guilty as hell.
I literally can't keep my hands off him--he looks at me and I feel like I'm melting, reforming--like liquid metal I suppose, being reforged. I could drown in those green eyes, and I wouldn't even mind. Drown in his kiss, in his arms. I hardly recognise myself any more.
Men aren't supposed to love like this, right? They shag, they mess around, they may form deep friendships, hell even partnerships, but love like this . . . it's just so bloody odd. I've never been in love with a man. But I am over this one. Completely head over heels, madly, insanely and yes, grinning like a fool as well.
Part of me tries to look at this from the outside, wondering where the hell we may end up--living together, raising our split families? Cripes does that sound strange. But it's exactly what I want, and what I think--I hope--he wants as well. I don't know how things are going to work out, what with both our careers--marriages never last in Hollywood, right?
But I need this to work out. Because I love him.
With all my heart.