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fuck caution

Know why?  Because i've always been cautious and it never saved me any aggravation.  If anything it prolonged it.

I'm happy.  The kind of happy i've never experienced before.  No pressure, no have too's, no worrying about what anyone thinks, or feels, or says.......my eyes are wide open and i can't see a thing to run from or throw a caution flag on.

Its new.  We are crazy.  And we don't give a care.  I've waited my whole adult life for this man and i'm not wasting any more time.  It feels good to be cared about and to have him let me care about him.  It feels good to TALK to him and to listen to what he has to say.  It feels good to feel that fire and also the laughter, the mutual respect, the mutual need for more of each others company.  The inability to keep our hands off each other.  He's hot and he's smart and he's all grown up.  He takes care of himself AND me when i'm with him, and i plan on being with him a LOT.  He thinks i'm all that and then some so I am going to soak that in for as long as i can.  I can and will reciprocate.....with pleasure.

How i went this long without him....?  I don't know.  But i don't have to anymore.  I kind of understand looney Tom Cruise on the Oprah show now......I feel that way, have felt that way since i laid eyes on him in the flesh.  From that first eye contact, I knew.  He knew.  It was a lightening strike that everyone around us could see.

Don't roll your eyes, or think i'm nuts or feel so sickly sweet you want to puke.  Be happy for me, share it with me, there's enough.  It's been a long time coming for both of us and we finally found each other.  I'm allowed to be ecstatic.

Thank you to everyone who ever made me feel like i wasn't good enough.  Because of you, i found my way back to MYSELF and into HIS arms.  Where i belong.

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