I have once again found myself in the arms of a man, not that this is unusual, this happens quite often, what is unusual is that the happiness I seem to be experiencing is something quite different all together.

If I were to go into history, would that really necessary? Does it change the immediacy of the situation at hand?

The fact that I do not really believe in love as a thing you just fall into should be coming into play within the structure of these sentences. But, that idea may be in fact a fallacy in itself.

But it does not; and, because I am often wrong I may have to change my stance on this whole idea. I am not used to be able to say anything to someone and know that they will more than likely still be there when I look up.

This morning, I woke up to a cat begging for attention, the sound of rain and realization I was with him and not without . . .