Open Mouth, Insert Foot?

I admit my mouth tends to overload itself. Or rather, to quote a book by the Great and Mighty Stephen King that I just finished reading " Why can't I seem to shut my everlasting mouth?" Last night, I could have lost everything that meant anything to me. Fortunately, the one I did it with, the wonderous Eagle is smart and knew me better than to be offended by my ranting, raving and general commentary. Thank the Gods for that. Yet, here I am the next day worried that what I said would be carried with him for longer than it should be. I worry that He took what I said to heart, instead of understanding that I was simply ranting.

So many things we've talked about. Me and the Eagle. Running through present, past and future with little care. Talking about what we wanted now, versus then. What was important to us now, versus then. So many different things, so many heartfelt whispers in the night. How can such small things, such small romantic notions mean anything to anyone else. Except perhaps myself. He will never realize the impact He's had on me. Then, and now. He will never realize the length I will go to for Him. He'll never understand just how deep He can cut me, without even knowing it.

We've broken each other, in all the best ways. We've made the wonderful realization that it's alright to be exactly who we are at this moment, and still be loved for it. Pardon my insane ranting, but my fondness, my adoration of the Eagle knows no bounds. It is not held apart and unseen. Rather it is much like the sun. Shining brightly so everyone might feel, and see what I feel.

But enough of that - I must return to reality. Reality tells me it is time to feed the Princess Pea. That I need to take care of the Hounds. And that I need to turn on my porch lights for my dear friend the Elk when she comes to get her dog. Which, hopefully will be soon!

All my love to you.