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My Gift of Me
Date: 12/16/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: smiler77, Rating: , Source: LushStories
My Gift of Me I love you. I hate the L word. I avoid it at all costs. People recycle it, over and over until the quality is diminished and it’s unrecognisable. I bet the person who invented the word to describe the indescribable, rues the very day that he or she shared that word with the rest of the world. You have to go a very long time without love to really truly know what it is to love and be loved, and it’s not about words, it’s about actions. To show you, with my actions, that what ‘we’ have is better than what ‘they’ have.. Whoever ‘they’ are! I’m giving myself to you. I’m trusting you with my very being, to do with as you wish. It’s the only gesture that I can think of to show you. It’s the only thing that feels right. All you have to do is love me back in equal measure by accepting my gift. My gift of me. On Sundays I iron six shirts for you and hang them up. You work five days, but like to have a spare. You look up at me from the couch and the smile, the one that nobody else gets to see, throws itself at you and you throw one right back at me. It melts my heart each and every time I see it and my legs, they shake a little bit. Monday morning arrives. You start work before me today and I approve of the fact that you insist on decent coffee as the smell of it wafts beneath my nose and you plant my favourite “purrfectly balanced” cat mug on the bedside table next to me. My eyes are still closed. I imagine that I look good, I probably don’t but you know how good I can ...