I woke up an hour ago, and while listening to the rain from the coziness of my bed, I started thinking.
Thinking about how filled with hope that I am right now. Thinking about how bright the future seems.
Thinking that the rain, and beginnings of Fall in the air are symbolic of another season that Steven and I will be together.
Thinking that when this started, it was Winter. Thinking that the 7th of September marks 7 months of this roller coaster ride that I am so very thankful for.
Thinking that when I saw him last night, he looked super yummy.
Thinking that when we walked on OUR BEACH in the dark last night, holding hands, that I wanted time to stop.
Thinking that when when I was on my knees in the sand, the light drizzle of rain falling, the sound of the water rippling, and the warmth and hardness of his cock in my mouth that life seemed pretty much perfect in that moment.
Thinking that when the rain started coming down harder, that moving under some trees was a good idea.
Thinking that being bent over, hands against the moss on an old tree, a branch tangled in my hair, and feeling Steven slide into me was amazing. It's a height thing.
Thinking that I can't WAIT to be US. Totally and completely US. To be as intertwined with each other's lives as you can possibly be.
Thinking that weekly we become more a part of the real lives that the other leads. We learn more. Feel more. Think more. Plan more. Share more. Experience more.
Thinking that I am head over heels in love with Steven.
Thinking that I am pretty darn fortunate.
Thinking that I am excited for our future and what it holds.
