maybe I’ll get over you

maybe I’ll get over you
forget these days and nights
you filled my head
you warmed my heart
you haunted my dreams
maybe I’ll get over you
laugh it all away
the twinkle in your eyes
the easy smiles
the way you say my name
maybe I’ll get over you
let all of this go
the certainty
the bitterness
the sweetness of it all

Strike Back – Sully

Going back to work after five days off is BRUTAL. But it was really all in my head. The work itself wasn’t so bad. And then we went to dinner and I had two glasses of wine. Wine is good. ๐Ÿ˜‰

So my previous post was about Sully mostly (well, for my friends at LJ) and I think the part where I said he’d probably never be number one on my List was a lie. So there. But I’m not ready to declare it yet! It’s all in limbo right now. ๐Ÿ˜‰


So I have to say, if one does not already know this about me, I might say I ADORE or LOVE my fellas but my real love is obviously my husband. I’m very lucky that he doesn’t mind my boy crazy tendencies (or has resigned himself to the fact of this quality of mine). I’m sure some people find it strange or maybe even disloyal but seriously, all of this merely feeds the creative part of me. Not sure how else to explain it. Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love to meet my fellas but at best, it would be a fun encounter topped with a picture of me and the fella. And if I’m extra bold, I might kiss him on the cheek. Nothing more. I do live in the real world, ya know. ๐Ÿ˜‰ In case anyone was wondering.