amour

Am feeling so full of golden, velvet, green-leaves-rustling-in-the-breeze-against-blue-sky love for so many today. Had unbidden lovely thoughts about an ex lover; glorious given the years I spent uncharacteristically, out of utter frustration, wanting to punch him in the nose.

Isn't our capacity for loving someone, several people, so much and so pervasively awesome? Giving in to it is so rewarding and so geniusly great for your loves. I forget, now, why I ever don't.

It is bloody fantastic when you realize you love someone, will love someone, despite their being an ass and with the very active knowledge they are an ass and that you gain, not lose, in acknowledging so.

I have a 'friend' I unintentionally offended and the limits of our exchange hampered my instinct to stroke his face and smile, today, apologizing. Not sure it is something I'd do normally, out of a concern of invading someone else's space without express welcome and unsettling them. I'd have done it today.

Caress. Stroke. Embrace. Warmth. Smile. Sparkle. I want to give it all away, glisten everyone with beams of amour, let those dear to me relish in pockets of resonating love. hmmm.

Love. Despite the pain. And now I shall head off to that party, briefly, and try very hard not to hug everyone close.

What IS wrong with me. *sparkle*