Sealed in Wax

Dear reader,

If you’ve found your way here, then I suppose this little corner of the internet was meant to be found by someone like you.

This blog is a collection of thoughts I usually don’t say out loud. Letters to no one in particular, feelings I can’t quite fit into conversations, and stories that may or may not have ever happened the way I remember them.

You might find romance here. Or longing. Or silence between words that says more than the words themselves.

I should probably admit—this is a bit of a hopelessly romantic thing to do, isn’t it? Writing as if someone is always listening. But maybe that’s the point.

Either way, I’m glad you’re here.

Friend or lover.

Now of course that takes time but time is all we have at this point.

Ive never wanted more than for someone to know all the little things about me....what makes me tick what makes me feel good.

And having a partner, you should learn things things inna relationship as they two progress into something more and to me I think thats bare minimum....now Im not saying know my whole coffee order, know what metal goes with my skin for jewelery.

Even if those are little nice things i mean like knowing when I need time to myself, knowing when ive been overloaded and its time for you to take the weight off my shoulders.

To have someones biceps around my neck flexing as they hug or choke me from behind i think id might just fall in love all over again.

I mean, I love everyone im not sure if thats Bi or Pan I just gotta whole lot of love to give to everybody.

Not in a stalkish way.

But intrigued,

In love

As my hands roam across my body

to give them that same treatment, my eves giving them all the praise as they please themselves, its very romantic in my eyes.

I mean since of course this is also very intimate and just the thought of it is enough to make me feel all warm inside

to watch as they do all the work for themselves and vice versa, almost as if you are taking a lesson on how to do this for them but also admiting the work and the act itself is a beautiful progress

probably does sound perverted now that im saying it out loud but so what? Maybe I am a little perverted, we all are in our own ways

Maybe because they dont want to sound self obsessed which is is understandable but definitely different than just, loving yourself.

One of the ways I am loving myself is....taking longer moments in the mirror, not to boast but to admire the beauty and everything i see not that the outside matters only but it definitely helps for me. And I usually do that before and after a shower....taking a shower or a bath has always been relaxing to me. The warm water especially, its always been comforting, a warm embrace ive alwsys craved and never got. So water soothes me. And then I step out....and even when I apply my lotion I dont do it aggressive, I take my time with myself because I know thats what I need.

No one is talking, no one is looking at eavhtoher cause we know we are right next to eachother and just their presence alone keeps you content.

Hell....you wouldnt even need a lover, maybe a kitten or a dog besides you on the porch instend...just curling up in your lap cause they love their owner

Its when they are looking at you, the dilated pupils, the more detailed they get the more closer you are toother person and by then you could already be kissing them, or just whispering against their lips as eyes flicker downwards then back up to maintain eye contact.