Mr. Webster and his peoples define it as:

affection with no limits or conditions; complete love

I think I am feeling it for the first time in my life for someone who does not share my DNA. Great huh? Not so fast….he doesn’t want it. Actually I cant say that, he just doesn’t know what to do with it I guess. Maybe that’s not it either. At this point my brain hurts and I don’t really want to think about it anymore.

I have dedicated a considerable amount of time in my life to thoughts of him, spending time with him, caring for and loving him. I’m exhausted, running on fumes and in desperate need of a fill-up….except my AAA membership has expired. What to do…what to do?

My mind is filled with metaphors that are probably useless and meaningless to the average reader who stumbles upon this blog from a link from another blog. Right now the metaphor or better yet the analogy to describe this situation would be…we are both in the ocean…i’ve given him my life jacket (smart huh?) and I’m hanging on to his back trying to stay afloat.

There is a huge carnival cruise ship filled with my friends who keep screaming…KANDI GET YOUR ASS ON THIS BOAT!!! and I say…oh, no thanks…we’re good. I slip off his shoulders periodically and sink below the surface…he lifts me back up and the cycle repeats. Each time the cruise ship circles fewer and fewer people are screaming at me…some are drunk at the hot tub, some are at the buffet and some are playing shuffleboard. I just keep floating.

At this point I am faced with the thoughts of whether I want to get out of this water and put on some nice warm socks or stay here because I’m his…unconditionally. No matter how stormy the seas…

Extrarandom enough for you?