They aren't voices or visions, and they definately aren't bothersome. All I know is that when we embrace I never want to let go. I know that when you put your arms around me, there's something there. Better yet, there's something right there. It's like nothing I've experienced before. I wanted you to know that, but I don't know how to tell you; or I don't know how to word it eloquently enough so that it graces your mind like one of your treasured short stories or the first time you ever read a Homeric tragedy.
You may not do everything for me, and I would never expect you to. I appreciate those things that you do for me and I am not wanton for those you do not.
It's easy, to be this way with you.
The game was great. I'll be your (and the Rangers') good-luck charm any day of the week. But when the 'Stros or the Braves are on, you know what side of the fence I stand.
"Years from now when we vacation in a foreign country..."
Let's do Seattle first. The Mariners playing was more than just a sign.
I'll look into a vacation.