I’m going to get my Ph.D. (or Th.D., even!) and I’m going to inspire my students every day and teach them to broaden their minds and hearts the way mine has.
I can feel it surging through my veins. I felt it this past weekend at my Leadership Retreat and today while teaching class.
I want it.
I didn’t mean to be so exhausting…
That one hurt. A lot.
I love you.
And I’m just dying to tell you what’s on my mind, but I desperately need to be patient with it. I can’t rush this. I know that I’m right.
I’m quite sure of it.
I just want to tell you so bad.
The drunken things you say are the sober words I’ve been dying to hear.
It’s the way you take care of me so effortlessly, that I can’t help but fall deeper and deeper for you.