1804 Wyoming Av. Apt. 34

I've been waiting for the past couple of days for Facebook to "remind" me about our 1-year anniversary and instead I got this:

In case you don't understand, it's been exactly 1 year since we became friends on Facebook. ONE YEAR! Last year's November 21st was Friday. The Friday prior to leaving LC for the Thanksgiving break. The Friday I went to Japanese class, grabbed some cookies for you and sneaked into your apartment. 

I have very fond memories of that place. It smelled different, you know? I loved the smell. I can still sense it from time to time. 

I cuddled with you for a while and managed to fall asleep again, and then I had to excuse myself 'cause allegedly we were leaving around 1. We ended up leaving at 3 or so, I remember just thinking that I could be hanging out with you

We were already so in love.

I miss that place. Maybe it wasn't a bed were only you and me had laid, but I love the atmosphere, the perfect amount o light for the space. I miss the times I straddled you and felt like a teenager -Those times aren't over, but hey! that was the first place that saw me do it- The way my stuff was just thrown on the floor, the mirror, the first time we attempted to use a butt plug, the first time you saw me cry and the first time we told each other I love you

Lately I've been watching you sleep. You're so incredibly handsome and cute. I don't care if life takes a minute from my life every time I say I love you. I could live to be only 40, and I'd be happy to have those 18 years with you. I want nothing more. 

I know I didn't write an entry for our 1-year meeting anniversary. Doesn't mean I didn't think about it!

And honestly all I can think about right now is going to visit you and stay for two glorious weeks. We are almost past the 100-hours mark. SO GODDAMN CLOSE!

I love you, gorgeous Monkey.

I loved you a year ago and I love you now.

♡

Lupe 2.0

Remember what I told you a few months ago while we were parking in front of the house on Payne? What I told you about how I think Lupe influenced my taste in men? The more I think about it, the more I believe is completely true.

I never met Lupe, not that I remember. But apparently that didn't stop my very young self from being amazed and enamored with the idea of a man who could be manly and yet so soft. Just hearing my dad describing how that man treated my aunt, how he spent all the nights necessary at the hospital next to her...

Ever since, I've always wanted a strong man. Strong enough to carry disgraces, to stand when death comes, strong enough to cry and strong enough to stand next to me; a handsome man with a smile that melts the poles, with a sense of style that makes him unique and a way to carry himself that makes me shake every time I lay my eyes upon him; I've always wanted a soft man. I like to describe it as a man with an artist soul but minus the drama and inconsistency, a man whose touch is soft and comforting, a soft man that understand and appreciates the details in life, who likes to read in silence and cuddle, who likes to cook and laugh, someone who can see beyond his point of view and be empathic, who can understand and respect what I feel.

I thought this was all I wanted, until I met you. You showed me I wanted all of the above AND MORE. I wanted a man who would let me be myself and love me for it, fall in love with that.  I realized a wanted a man who could be his own self: smart, original, with style and yet enjoy what I am. A man I trusted so much I would let him influence what I can become, I would let him help me grow. A strong, handsome, soft, understanding, respectful and loving man....

And now I have him. I share him with life. 

I finally got my own Lupe. 

I finally got my Cody Cole.

Thank you for falling in love with everything that I am, thank you for being just you.

I love you so incredibly much. You're the man I've always wanted to share my eternity with.

Ah mwah! 

♡