I'm nervous and sweaty, and a little bit scared too.
Sometime around mid-November last year, I caught something. I thought it was just a little tickle, a temporary bug that would probably pass all by itself, but it didn't.
About a month later while celebrating a friend's birthday I realized that it was no longer simply a little tickle. In fact I had grown so accustomed to living with it everyday that it had somehow grown stronger without my even having noticed.
Then for the next month or so the symptoms only got worse and worse, and I had begun to worry that I might never recover. By the beginning of this month things were really, really bad so I decided it was past time to see what what the hell I was suffering from, hopped a plane, and flew out to consult a professional about it.
Long trip, boring flight - followed by 6 days and 5 nights of Us.
Me and Her. Learning and experiencing everything about each other; non-stop touching, constantly laughing, finishing each other's thoughts, and never wanting to let go of each other or even get dressed (yes, yes, fine, butt stuff too if you must know. Geez, mind your own business!) It wasn't merely right - it was weird right. And both of us feel better and happier together than either of us could remember being.
She is amazing. We are amazing together. And as it turns out I wasn't sick at all, I was just crushing wicked hard!
So here I am, 3 months, 6 days, 5 nights and forever later. A bit wet, but in a nice, warm, happy, scared way. And all I want to do is to shout loudly enough that everyone can hear:
ButterfliesAndCuffs, my dearest little love, now that I've caught you I will not let go. I never want to be without you.
Deal with it.
