Heart Like A Lion.

I look out the window.

There is snow.

I know that it is going to be cold. Thank God we are working inside today. I find that conversation isn't something that I want today. What I want is for work to be done. So that I can talk with you. And after that when you have to go do your work and your place, I just want to sit and read. I want to read dark books about dire people.

But you have foiled that.

I wanted to feel sinister and dark. Instead I'm giddy and stupid. My heart is light. I sit and drink with C. Watch Mythbusters. Talk about the mod in the plaid dress at the show. And all I can do is grin, and think about my girl.

I want to just grab that belt and drag you right next to me.

I want you to be sitting next to me on the couch, geeking out on string theory and reagge music.

Suck down another PBR.

The conversation turns to faith.

This is my church. These will always be my people. I want you to see that part of my life very badly. I want you in every part of my life.

This is a rambler.

File under Virtue.