Patrick is amazing. I like him more and more every day. I don't know how someone like him can exist in the first place. Not only is he visually mesmerizing, but intelligent and wise for his age. I love how hairy he is. Tanned all over from camping, surfing, and hiking, hairs blonde from the sun's kisses. The sea of hair on his arms flow in rivers. His head hair is blonde but his facial hair is red. All of it is so entrancing. He has the best body. In his bed I just lay on top of him, following the grain of his hairs with my fingers. Reading some of his blog, I'm embarrassed to admit he uses/knows words so sophisticated that were so foreign to me they seemed made-up. His presence is indescribable.
Today I was holding back tears because I was afraid of how he'd react if I cried in front of him, but he was patient. He just looked into my eyes and held my hand while I choked out half-sentences. He's so just... perfect. He's silly which is what really gets me. He sings a lot (we have the same taste in music), and he dances around. I love it all. I'm starting to wonder what we'll disagree on. Well.. Like if we'll ever argue. He disagrees with me so.. gently. I swear he's from another planet. He doesn't seem real. Too sweet, too awesome, too perfect. There's gotta be a catch. Oh wait, the catch is I'm going to Monterey in the fall.
But I like not being exclusive. Although Patrick makes me wish that we were every single day, I like having the freedom to explore. Yeah. I think that's it. I'm happy with life.
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