This is a bit weird! I was single for almost four years, and naturally used to being selfish.
With my new status, I have to communicate more openly, practice full disclosure, be fully available, and cater to his wants/needs. I submit to him and challenge him with equal measure. Nurture him. (Swoon!)
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine he would have a luscious British accent.
I hear it, and I savor his words.
I allow the intonations – the dips and waves in his voice – to soothe me.
I listen to the spaces, and the slight grunts and sighs between phrases.
I feel him.
I’ve never had a man smile at me this way.
Peel back my layers in this way.
Stimulate me this way.
So yea, I’d say more, but I kinda wanna keep him all to myself.