but what if i wanted dp dough...

[robinsnest]

As the weariness of a day of action slowly settles on my body I have an ache for that place of relaxation, that place you reach when you share something so deep with someone for just that moment it's okay to finally just stop defending and relax. to stop sucking your stomach in and stop standing up straight. to just nuzzle and cuddle...I don't want to feel protected or comforted or made to feel safe, I just want to listen to someone talk, and share a few stories of my own and slowly just relax. snuggle up and listen to his heart beat. feel warm breath upon my neck. I want to idlely play with someone's hair, walk my fingers across his chest. I just want to learn all about him and I want him to want to learn about me too. If i could find that, just that I'd be the happiest girl on earth. I don't need sex, i don't need love beyond that, because i don't believe there is a love truer or more importnat than that kind. Hell I don't even need longevity...consitency would be nice. I want eyes to get lost in. Perhaps what I want is more of a best friend than a boyfriend, or more of a lover than a boyfriend could ever be. perhaps what makes those nights so fucking amazing is that they are not something that you can have all the time so whenever they happen they're increadibly special. I have shared these nights before. but somehow they don't seem to make people as achingly happy as they make me. someday. I have faith in very little. but I have faith in that tonight. not usually but tonight.

as dawn slowly broke the seal of night
cracking at the horizon
and the first rays of sunshine slowly danced across my pillow
I looked up and saw a new day being born
i breathed deeply the air
and found arms around me
phantoms arms enfold me
every night they hold me
some morning i dream
of waking to find them still solid
an angel having crept down to sleep safetly protecting me
while in waking as in dreams

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Once you have found that its something you never want to let go. It cannot be a once in a while thing. The phone rings or he shows up at your door or you at his (especially if he’s the one that managed to push his two beds together) and you can spend hours taking, lying there with your head on his chest and wake up with his arms around you. Even when he’s not just around the corner he still calls you up to see how you are doing. And the best part is when you’ve found someone like this and you have a best friend that you never thought possible. Someone to tell all your worries or discuss serious things or even weather or not you should move to Canada. And you fall deeper. And you learn all about his family and he learns about yours. And having someone to talk to like this is wonderful. But you want more. You want this to go somewhere. You could picture spending the rest of your life with someone like that. But you know you are only a good friend to this incredible caring guy. That’s when it hurts. And reality stings.

[sewloud.livejournal.com]

yes, i know how that feels, but who is this?

[(Anonymous)]

some one who knows that feeling much too well

[ex-hidden-tr761.livejournal.com]

alright - now i'm curious - who are you?

[(Anonymous)]

i just came upon that entry and wanted to put my feelings in writting, which is something i havent done in a while, and it felt good. i like to write about him, but he got upset with me when id put poetry in my away messages or profile about him.. so this seemed like an appropriate place that he would not know about. because i highly doubts that he reads random live journals like i do.

[ex-hidden-tr761.livejournal.com]

but why not leave your LJ name?

[(Anonymous)]

i dont have an LJ... otherwise we wouldnt be having this conversation.. i would write things like this in my own...

[sewloud.livejournal.com]

well your welcome to post here anytime you like..btw,what's your name?

[(Anonymous)]

thank-you

[ex-hidden-tr761.livejournal.com]

and yet still no name...