Crushed, or crushing. I was never sure why the word “crush” was used to express those bizarre feelings of infatuation. The air escapes from my lips, a soft almost moan-like breath collecting itself at the back of my throat before pushing it’s way past my tongue and announcing it’s presence to any one person who is close enough to hear. If you’re close enough to hear the sound, it’s probably you who caused it. Maybe your face is next to my ear. Maybe my head is leaning on your shoulder. Maybe beneath it all, your fingers are slowly tickling my rib cage. Searching for those nervous feelings of anticipation. Just wondering and almost begging for a person who can make me feel light headed and dizzy just by brushing past me in the hall, just by stealing a small glance in my direction and letting me know that it’s me they’re looking at. To steal my own glance, to let them know my eyes are set on them. I’m stuck trying to remember what it’s like to be in a room full of people where life is happening. I’m just trying to remember what it’s like to not give a shit about the life going on around you. I’m just trying to remember what it’s like to only be able to see one single thing. Honestly, to be devoid of those feelings is more crushing than the inevitable crash and burn produced after your crush has come to fruition. It’s come full circle and you’re both left standing on opposite ends of the same room, searching for a second, and a third.
I never want to get out of bed EARLY to go workout. Why would I? Josh is here, asleep, cute and cuddly.
I really love this guy more than anything in the world.
Josh and I, after the race. Cutest thing in the whole world.
More weekend adventures at PURE in LV.
Please refer to the last comment. Don’t worry, it’s my 71 year old grandmother saying that. It’s also my 71 year old grandmother who is running a 5k Color Run with me on Saturday. No worries, my family ages exceptionally well.
I went to the gym this morning to try to work off the future dinner calories. When I got home, my momma had left a cute little Valentine Bag on my front porch. In it, was this: a box of deliciously tempting chocolates. Lucky for me, I have a boyfriend who is going to help me with these babies. Speaking of, he surprised me with flowers this morning. Not only that, but he joined me at the gym. He’s making great progress with his strength training and it’s so fun to see. My mom is super sweet and thoughtful. My boyfriend is caring and loving. I love it. Do you see the sweetness I have to endure? Goodness. I think all this is giving me a sugar rush.
This is my boyfriend, Josh Cash. I could write a million pages on how much I love and adore this guy. I’ll just keep it simple and say this…I really love Josh. More than anything in the world.
Sidenote: It’s really strange to see me then, versus now. 30 pounds has made a really big difference in my face.
My best friend since seventh grade, Kyle. My boyfriend, Josh. Just cuz doing bad stuff is fun.