More of you.

So, babe… someone was talking to me the other day about jealousy, and it got me thinking…

If I have a trust issue, it's that I trust too easily and for too long… So I think I kinda mentioned this before, but I wanna put out there that I'm happy you have someone you can gab with on your way to and from work sometimes… heck, I'm happy it's him. But it wouldn't really matter who it is… jealousy was never going to be a factor here.

Now, envy, on the other hand…

But, that's ok. Here at some point, I'm gonna be getting more of you than I ever dreamed possible… swimming in your love and your presence and all your stories and everything… loving every single last moment of it… The silences, the times you've got so much to share…

Baby… I love that you got marked off for talking too much in class… I love every thought in your head, and I want all of them that you care to share…

But, let's be realistic, speaking of sharing.

There is just no possible way little old introverted me is going to satisfy even a fraction of your extroverted needs…

So. If someone is gonna be getting to have those little drives with you from time to time, might as well be one of other favorite people, right?

Just save the best stuff for me, ok?

Bingo boingo bongo, I love your brain, and I love you.

Yours.