I said: Take your time with me. Show me who you are and what you can do. Display your affection, your admiration, your respects…and demonstrate to me the early love you feel. It’s only just the beginning. Show me what you know and…don’t rush; take your time.
Under sudden circumstances, opportunity has come and introduced a sensible love affair. It holds potential, and the chemistry is strikingly obvious. I’m craving to learn more– to experiment with the fiery exchanges of intimacy and then later relive pieces of the moment through sudden flashbacks. The type of flashbacks that appear randomly–when your mind temporarily drifts into a subconscious and vulnerable state–you can see the scene vivdly for about two seconds and it’s then followed by a sudden shiver that rushes down your spine.
But see– if I allow myself to invest in anything less than true love, I may face the emotional consequences. The thing is, I need to be understood. I need to be respected, cared for, and protected by a partner. Ultimately, the challenge I face is love. Love is a job. It takes work. It doesn’t come easy. I won’t give in easy. I want to take on this new opportunity and savor it. I want to learn anything and everything beforehand, and I need to know I can trust. I cannot and will not fall into the trap of lust.
This is the most important time right now. This is new, fresh, and easy. But it’s going to get harder. Along this journey, I will become greatly susceptible. My makeup will eventually come off. My hair will get wet, & ultimately rest undone. I will eventually show emotions other than contentness. It will soon be obvious I’m not perfect, and some of my personal secrets will be known. Inevitably, some -if not all- of my regretful vices will be discovered.
Over time, he will start to learn about me and that’s exactly how to love me.