I think it took a single email, to start me down this path tonight. It doesn't take much, after all, to right that which is wrong.
Three bottles of Gumballhead (494) certainly didn't hurt, either.
I imagine good things, when I'm in this kind of a mood. I imagine them and I let the feelings - the feelings that always accompany such imaginings - wash over me. Wash away the debris from my heart and let it beat freely for a while.
I imagine fitting together. I imagine hands, arms, legs, intertwined. Of course I imagine those things. I'm not a eunuch, after all.
I imagine kissing lips, softly at first. I imagine that a lot.
But I imagine so much more. I imagine my heart, my mind, my very soul melded with those of another. Two people functioning together. So much stronger than the sum of their parts. Unbreakable. Indestructible.
People tell me that my heart, having been awakened by chance years ago, is now something rare and precious. That's just so very strange to me, when I realize just how true those words are.
My heart is a fountain, longing for someone to take a drink.
Well, that might just be the cheesiest sentence I've ever written.
I am in a very nice mood. I hope it lasts for a while.