The fella I like Circa Feb 2010

The fella I like is nothing like I usually go for. He isn’t a pretty boy, isn’t very tall. I don’t know if he plays guitar and I have never hear him sing. I don’t even know what he did in highschool really, other than wrestle. The fella I like enjoys ice cream that I don’t, has a sense of humor that I don’t understand, and talks about things that are over my head. The fella I like has beautiful eyes and his laugh makes me feel good. He pulls my hair and pokes me just to get me to fight back. He makes me giggle till my lungs feel like they are about to burst and my sides hurt. The fella that I like makes me feel totally comfortable in my own skin, makes me feel beautiful. The fella that I like is uncomfortable around my kids, but he tries. The fella that I like reminds me what it is to be someone other than a mommy, he reminds me what it’s like to be me. The fella that I like isn’t dating me, but he isn’t seeing anyone else either. The fella that I like, likes me too…and thats good enough for me

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