Gellous

Well, before I break the bad news, let me say that “Bag of Dreams” is rocking and rolling once more, when it made it through
poetry.com with a silver plack.
Yesterday it all went well, he came, we made love, but before he watched a movie this time he told me about his little peny-wistle, not before ordering me some dinner, (I was starving BTW). I put some music on the computer and then we laughed and sang together before we got our dinner. Then he showed me his CD to learn how to play the peny-wistle, which is like a very thin little flute that can reach very high notes and it sounds so beautiful.
I was almost dancing to the beautiful songs and he had no idea that I was recording them.
He got a little frustrated because he couldn’t play most of the songs, but it sounded so wonderful and I wondered if we could play together, he with his Peny-wistle and I with my ocarina. I was pretty sure I was going to get inspired enough to write the poem I was planning on writing, but, as my bad luck interfered, that was not to last very long.
After dinner I was going to stay in the computer as he offered, but I didn’t because I wanted to stay with him, I figured the computer can wait.
I cuddled with him all night, then the next morning was when he broke off the bad news: He’s taking Morgan to Dallas with him in November, to Dallas! Can you believe that?
My dream was always to go to Dallas since the day I met him, and now, look at him, going with this girl to Dallas!
And not even with any girl, not even his best friend Terrie, with Morgan!
That’s right, that same girl who almost spoiled our vacation in San Antonio.
She’s not a “bad girl”, as a matter a fact, I respect her because she has a 2 year old daughter, but I don’t really like this girl because she’s trouble. To start with, Steven and her have the same interests, they even met each other playing that stupid game, they like the same books and watch the same movies, he calls her every night and always wants me to talk to her on the weekends when he comes, an he’s even planning on bringing her to Austin and letting her live in our dream-home, that’s really nuts!
I could tell he knew what I was thinking, he somehow read my mind, and then he tried to comfort me by telling me that someday he’ll take me to Dallas, just not now because he has lots of crap in his mind and lots of stuff to do … dam he even showed me his checklist! Then he cuddled with me so more, I felt better but still, that girl doesn’t convince me. I know what she’s up to, she just broke up with her boyfriend a few months ago and now she wants him to take her to Dallas and who knows what else just because she’s lonely. How many years hav I been lonely and nobody gave a dam about it?
And now that I have him, she’s trying to take him away from me? Hell no!
All of these questions and more came to my mind, and even though he was trying to sweep them away with his cuteness and all those little details that made me fall in love with him in the first place, when he left, they hit me even more and my head felt like it was exploding with questions.
I called Bianca, my ex roommate and sisterlike friend who has a lot of experience with this “Love” thing, and she said that maybe he’s dating me just because he might’ve felt sorry for me, you know, with him so utterly handsome and I so rehchet, it makes perfect sense!
Anyway, he left early, I assume that it was because he felt like he wasn’t getting anywhere with me, and he said he’ll call me tomorrow, kissed me goodbye and left.
My grandma just called a few hours later and said that she and the family might come to visit us on my birthday because she wants to meet him, and I just hope he’ll be here for that, otherwise I’m going to have to tell them the truth and I’ll be very pissed.

Laters,
Claudia, who is more and more gellous than the rain of the sun.