people say it a lot. some people rarely ever say it.
whether you casually throw it about or make it a statement, the choice of how and when to say 'i love you' to someone you're in a relationship with is a difficult one.
it was late on tuesday night. we were banging away. Dj on his back, his legs in the air up over my shoulders. he was doing his usual adorable cross-eyed "surprise kitty" facial expression while i fucked the hell out of him
"i love you," he said
"what?"
"i love you," he said again, grinning his head off
i paused for a bit. sweat dripping off my brow. laughed a little confused. then in a bit of shock forgot what i was doing, then got back into the rhythm
"i..." i replied, "i love... fucking your ass!"
he laughed
it takes a long time for me to get to that stage. even longer when i feel i can say it to someone. i probably should have expressed this emotion before i pack up all my shit and move 800kms away with someone. we had been living together for a week now. it was expected to be a topic of conversation soon, though, it was a bit of an ambush when you're several inches deep into one's mangina dentata and they suddenly say "i love you".
unfortunately, i never got to say it back
whether you casually throw it about or make it a statement, the choice of how and when to say 'i love you' to someone you're in a relationship with is a difficult one.
it was late on tuesday night. we were banging away. Dj on his back, his legs in the air up over my shoulders. he was doing his usual adorable cross-eyed "surprise kitty" facial expression while i fucked the hell out of him
"i love you," he said
"what?"
"i love you," he said again, grinning his head off
i paused for a bit. sweat dripping off my brow. laughed a little confused. then in a bit of shock forgot what i was doing, then got back into the rhythm
"i..." i replied, "i love... fucking your ass!"
he laughed
it takes a long time for me to get to that stage. even longer when i feel i can say it to someone. i probably should have expressed this emotion before i pack up all my shit and move 800kms away with someone. we had been living together for a week now. it was expected to be a topic of conversation soon, though, it was a bit of an ambush when you're several inches deep into one's mangina dentata and they suddenly say "i love you".
unfortunately, i never got to say it back
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