I’m not an attention whore. I’m not one of those people who lives for the spotlight.
I am a lover of words. They touch me in a way that takes my breath away.
I talk to BL on video chat every once and a great while. We don’t talk often and that’s fine with me. There are times I see he’s online and I immediately log out. I’m not trying to talk to him more than a few times per month. I’m comfortable with that.
I surprised him with my webcam capabilities. He’s a computer geek and thought it was quite foreign I didn’t have a web cam. So when I got my new Mac I gladly turned on the cam so we could chat. He’s away from home feeling lonely. We talked and joked and kept it light. I perched on the couch and happen to move my locs to one side to get them out of the way. I saw a look on his face from his web cam and I asked him what was wrong. His answer…there are times when I look at you and I’m caught off guard by your beauty, you are so very pretty. I almost started to cry but I didn’t want him to worry about me and I knew my tears would affect him.
I married someone I loved. I also married someone who uses few words. I try never to take his words for granted, he is truly a man of few pretty words.
I like to tell myself it doesn’t matter he doesn’t tell me I’m beautiful, but I know some where in my heart it does.
No man marries a woman he thinks is a mud duck (ugly) but it would be nice to hear/see when he looks at me his heart still skips a beat.