My All

I realize I will just never, ever, finish the previous post — the fact that it is still up, unmolested, months later... is a testament to a level of honesty I normally never flirt with. That said, the rest of that night? Is going down alone.

That won't stop me from posting this, tonight, when I should be working, very quickly:

GOD DAMN he is pretty great. 2 half-days in his light, high-altitude presence... I realize I am way off my game. It is, as ever, only a work event. He is, as ever, ADORED by everyone. And I am half-completely-convinced that more than a few times, he was watching me. A younger me would be completely convinced of this. The slightly (slightly! not nearly enough) thinner me is maybe pondering this. The rational me knows he's just observant, and he watched a lot of people. He has a CIA's agent sense of who is in any room & why. There would be something to figure out where that level of self-awareness or self-protection comes from, but...

Jesus he's solid, though. And very nice to lean against.
DAMMIT!

I want that. I would give... a lot, if not my all to that.



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