MFH 2
May 3, 2006
Maybe he’s blonde with blue eyes. He plays football [soccer]. He loves his family. He smiles… a lot. He haunts my daydreams, and fills my waking moments with minor excitements as I think about us doing something silly and simple… like cooking chicken or something.
Maybe he loves the language I love, that language of love… He’s travelled a bit, and he loves to. He’s interested, and that makes him interesting. A man of substance, but not without certain debts. And unbeknownst to him… a man after my heart.
Or perhaps my heart is after a man like him.
This time, maybe he exists, but only in a 2-week short span of time before I move back home. The adventure was supposed to come to an anti-climactic melt down… perhaps not even noticable. But maybe instead, it spins me into a pre-orgasmic rush… an inescapable lust trap… is there such thing as hopeful termination? Maybe it’s not that serious. [eyeroll]
Maybe he does exist… but this time… maybe he isn’t MFH at all.
