While cleaning out part of my basement, read: looking for a cd, I found a sheet from a story I tried to write while at NIU. I did a decent amount of research for that book, and would have probably knocked some socks off if I finished it.
Moral? I need time off to start writing again.

BTW, I'm married, her name is Jess!. We're in love.

Take the quiz: "What Kind of Kiss Are You?"

Tender Kiss
The tender kiss is the feeling where you can be anywhere and show your feelings.

Last night I spent the night at Eric's. Jess! and I decided to turn CandyLand and Shutes and Ladders into drinking games. That was kind of a bad idea. I got pretty, I don't know, trashed maybe? I definitely know I think I passed out or something, cause there is a part of the night I don't remember, even though Eric said he didn't think I fell asleep. I know I was pretty tired, but I don't know I was really intoxicated.

The part that really matters though, was how I heard the words I believe myself, coming from someone else. Eric told me that he thinks things happen for a reason. Like I was meant to get a job at Hollywood and he was meant to work front bar the day I came in. I told Josh once that I believed our relationship had been significant because of the way we met. The fate part was right, but the person part was a little off.

You hear people talk about 'knowing' about something/someone. The first time I saw Eric I knew something, but the first time I kissed him, I definitely knew.

Funny how I was worried this would happen with Dan, that he would be it, but like the quote I heard from Megan goes: It's funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love while at the back of our minds the person we truly love will always be the exception.
With Eric, he's everything I never knew I really wanted. I asked him what I was supposed to do when I find out he's perfect. He said no one was perfect, but he did believe there was someone for everyone. So he's perfect for me...

I don't really talk to my mom about relationships, because she really has no ground to judge, but I had to talk to her just a little about Eric. It wasn't much, but I need to know. I was in love once, this I'm sure, but it was too much, too passionate, too much fire. This is the perfect bowl of porridge. The perfect bed to sleep in.

My only fears, if any, would be telling all this to Eric, and having it be weird. Not that I think he would, he hasn't done anything I expected him to. It's like I found the rest of my life, and I can't wait to live it, but at the same time, I am living it right now.

And if you're lonely, you know that I am here waiting for you. I'm just a cross hair. I'm just a shot away from you. And if you leave me, you know that you leave me broken and blue. I'm just a cross hair. I'm just a shot away from you.