Anticipation
I spoke to my Port boy last night. The sound of his voice is enough to make me smile. He sounds so sexy and sweet and funny. I feel so happy when I make him laugh. The conversation is happy and light, but not small talk. It’s important and meaningful.
I can’t wait to see him next week, yet at the same time I’m worried about it. I almost hope we have a bad time so it means I don’t have to wonder about “what now??” So far things have been great between us. If all goes well next week, where do we go from there?
I can’t wait to see him next week, yet at the same time I’m worried about it. I almost hope we have a bad time so it means I don’t have to wonder about “what now??” So far things have been great between us. If all goes well next week, where do we go from there?
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