I realize we're starting a committed, short-term relationship here.
Before I flip the cover open and really, fully commit, I just wanted to get off on the right page with you.
I look forward to:
taking many bubble baths together, falling asleep and accidentally drowning you in the aforementioned bubble baths(sorry in advance!) and having to lay you outside to dry;
quiet nights with just you, me and a glass of wine (or 2 or 3 depending on what you have to offer me), drifting off to sleep with you on my chest and jerking myself awake because I refuse to let myself believe that I'm really that lame a date, and forgetting to turn out the bedside lamp because your words lulled me to sleep so skillfully if you're any good in the bedroom at all.
I also know that one day our relationship will end as it will be time for me to find another book to take baths with, get into bed with and help me magically fall asleep.
While I can't promise that I won't love the next book more than you, I can promise that every day we have together will be a unique relationship unto itself.
And when that day comes, I know that you too will find another pair of loving hands , to rest in, who will have a whole new way of appreciating you that I could not.
See, baby, I try to recycle if the baths didn't kill you or your good looks.
Maybe the nails won't be nail-bitten and maybe they won't clumsily drop you in water or smear their face cream on you to the point where your words are almost unreadable.
But they won't be me, and alas, there will never be another like you.
Who is to say whether this will be lasting love, severe dislike or just plain apathy?
We can't.
So we must begin this journey with one promise.
(Book in hand):
I promise to enjoy you with an open heart, an open mind and as awake as I can possibly be when I am in a very hot bath or a very comfy bed.
xoxo,
Dmc
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