Monday, July 19, 2010
...makes the heart grow fonder. Thoughts of returning to those lips, cause my knees to weaken, much like when we first started dating and I couldn't stop my heart from beating faster and my hands from trembling. I love you. Three words that hold so much meaning, yet at times are used in an insignifant manner. I love you. Meaning I feel empty when not around you. Unhappy and distraught. I love you. Meaning get close and hold me tight. I love you. Meaning let's kiss until we can't feel our lips anymore. I love you. Meaning your touch often times gives me goosebumps and causes me to breath in a unique pattern. I love you. Meaning this distance hurts me. One more week.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Fireworks will send an immense amount of smoke into the atmosphere this evening. Music and events are taken place all over Canada. The Queen is visiting. I am an American experiencing this day for only second time although Heather and I have been together for 5 and a half years. I'm excited. Someday in the near future...3-6 months, I will be a resident of Canada. They will have accepted me as the lesbian wife to Heather, where as the States does not. I am a bit disappointed in my country for making me choose between it or love. Of course I chose love. So I say to the United States of America... screw fourth of July. I'm not feeling very patriotic. When I lived there (although I adore Portland Maine) I did not feel free to be me. That's not okay. That's not how a free country should feel to anyone.