We were standing in the milk isle.
I do not remember what you said.
I just remember how it felt.
I was blushing. I could feel my body become demure.
Is it in the mind or is my body just having a very female reaction to another person?
I don't know.
I just know, when I am with him.
I am a real woman. Not one of those other women who are not real. Those women don't exist.
No one can make me laugh like you.
You jokes are my favorite.
When I look up to your face.
I see those soulful eyes looking into mine.
Love is moments that are not even intended.
Sometimes, the rush of electricity shoots through my body.
I feel the desire beginning to rise.
It's when you say, you want to touch me.
I cannot believe that someone like you
I just cannot.
Then I feel so happy. There is something in the way, you love me.
After all of this time, you still surprise me.
I started this blog when my fibromyalgia was at its worst. I honestly felt like my life was more pain than living. I was a poet before my diagnoses and I needed to trust she could help me become a warrior against the pain. I still struggle with fibromyalgia but I fight it like a knight slaying a dragon.
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