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Kim. (a very special stargazing) - 2000-05-26
Let me warn you, gentle readers, you may witness a sappiness that you have never, ever seen out of Y2K below... --- So, tonight I was out, and I decided to walk home, because it was a relatively nice night, and I don't do nearly enough walking. While I was walking home, I pondered a lot of things... Ernie and Bert's sexuality, stuff like that. And then I thought of dear, sweet Diaryland, and my dear, sweet homepage, "the perfect eight", and I thought that I probably have left some of my more unfamiliar readers (I'm thinking Colleen here... and a few others) out in the cold by just dropping names, and not giving many explanations on what those names mean to me. Let me start with Kim. I say that name a lot. I think of it even more. Okay, gentle readers, Kim is my girlfriend, if I want to break it down to such labels... but she is oh so much more than just that. I suppose I should save my gushing, so certain people don't have to read it, and just whisper it into her ear sometime... But, I think I shall provide a small definition on who Kim is to me. Kim is my love. Seriously. She evoked out of me love, which I never imagined I had. Because of her, I love myself. Not saying that I would dislike myself without her, just saying that she brought that love out of me. And, of course, she taught me how to love somebody else. Her. That goes without explanation, as I'm sure most of you reading this have been in love before. She lastly taught me how to love and respect my faith. How to talk to God. I felt a closeness and a need to be with God before Kim and I ever became close, but she was the one who made me comfortable expressing it, who made me feel comfortable praying, and buying Bibles... I would still believe, but I don't know how far I'd be, without her... How can I ever forget that...? What else does she do for me? She makes me feel comfortable in a world that often seems corrupt, and strange... She makes me smile, which is something I haven't done very often in the past three years. She makes me feel at home, and sometimes I don't even feel at home, in my house. She makes me laugh, more than Jerry Seinfeld or Matthew Perry ever could. And for all of those things... I can't ever forget her. I wonder how she will feel reading this (she does read this). But I hope it is the same as I feel writing this: almost giddy with emotion, happy, content, comfortable. Devoted, and loving. Wow. Y2K never thought he'd have an actual SIGNIFICANT other. But, the most important thing, and some of my other friends can relate: she makes me a nicer, and better person, and that contributes to, and shines up, every afore mentioned emotion. Kim, I love you. Forgive me for making a spectacle of it, (but we all know that only my close friends read this...) Oh, but yes, there are other names. Dustin, fishy, morb, Dave, Scott, bluepixie, Chad, Natalie, Andy, and more... But I will save them for later. Good night, all. See you. I would like to write more, but I cannot be any more candid tonight. It is clearly, time for bed.
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