It would make me happy to have someone love me enough not to hold back. They would tell me they want a life with me. They would not fear marriage. They would embrace the thought of future plans. They would call me often.
Kayaking makes me happy.
Water makes me happy.
The ocean crashing into the shoreline and retreating makes me happy.
Being alone makes me sad, but I’d rather be alone than be restricted from doing what I want to do or judged for my actions or who I am.
Days wearing into days makes me sad.
Each day doing something active and surprising makes me happy.
Intimacy makes me happy.
I’m lacking intimacy even though I’m in a close relationship. At first it was such fireworks, and now I feel like old news. I’d rather be wanted than have stability and routine sex. There is nothing wrong with routine sex, but I feel like its never up to when I want it. I wait for him to want me, and that gets frustrating.
I’m unclear of what I am to him.
I wish I knew how he felt about me and what he wants.
I think travelling makes me happy. 22 months ago