There’s more to frogs than first meets the eyes. I’ve always liked frogs, especially the little ones. For some reason every spring the cover on our swimming pool produces dozens of little frogs the size of a nickel. In the evenings I’d listen to them and it was awesome.
But watching you play with that little frog that had been sitting in my lap was better. It was so warm to watch and see your son and to see you interact with him. Maybe this crosses over some sort of line, but I love you little boy and I’m glad he likes me too.
You put on a good front little girl. I’m so glad I’ve gotten to know you a little bit more. I’ve know for a long time that you are more than the hard shell you sometimes present. you more like an M&M. You are hard corp, you have the strength to be a stone cold calculating bitch! But that is not who you are, that is an expression of your will and your personal strength. It impresses me, but that is not who you are. Your hard shell is not very thick. In fact it is a veneer, that you use to hide the real you.
You are a tender and beautiful woman. Your also a major pain in the ass, but that’s more like a hobby for you. Kind of like Michael Jordan playing professional baseball. Kind of like fuck it, I’ll do it.
But the real you is so much more lovely than what you let out. In truth you’re not at all like the person you project, you are a delicate and tender person. You have a gentle soul and a kind and forgiving spirit.
The you that wears sweat bottoms and frumpy sweaters and watches Duck Dynasty and stupid reality shows and takes care of her kid all alone at night. That’s you. The tender little spirit who is scared of the sounds in the night and who hears every sound in the night, the beautiful little soul who is scared of love. Who worries about her future and drives herself mad thinking of the future.
I wish I had come over immediately when you texted me last night. I’m sorry I didn’t. I long to see you every day and there have been times in my life when one moment with you would have saved me. It would have been a few minutes more with you and so worth it. It was a mistake not coming over and I’m sorry I didn’t.
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