It Goes Like This- Thomas Rhett

Time

When we think about time, we think of hours we have left of work
or days until something special or when we need to be somewhere.
We obsess over how the traffic is going to make us late or missing
an appointment that was directly at 8 a.m. and can't be rescheduled.

But the thing is, when you're in love, time simply does not matter.
It comes and goes, birthdays, anniversaries, weekends, it moves on,
but it moves on in our lover's eyes and how we draw out every kiss
and how every hug is caught in the moment, suspended in this second,
begging to never let go and to try and stop time from moving any quicker.

When you're in love, every precious moment is not taken for granted,
it's not wished away, the clock is not watched, cell phones are left
on book cases or desk or in bags and simply forgotten. Time becomes
fragile. It becomes that thing that cannot be quicken or slowed,
it just is let be to be time, to let the hours slowly tick by on the grandfather
clock. It is accepted and so is your kiss, your hug, your love into my heart.

Discuss: Extroverts and Introverts in a Relationship

I'd like to discuss this. As we know, extroverts and introverts can be complete opposites. Sometimes, a person is on such an extreme end of extrovert or introvert that they may find it difficult to mix with someone on the opposite end of the spectrum.

From my experience as what I would probably call an extreme extrovert, I can get along with introverts as friends ok, but as a relational partner, not so much. If a person exhibits some introvert characteristics, the works fine alone, can be quiet, etc, I can get along with them just fine. My own significant other right now is a mix between an extrovert and introvert (though if you ask him, he might say he's more introvert, however, I know better.)

However, in past experiences, I can't seem to make it mix with an extreme introvert. Maybe it's just me and that's why I want to discuss this. But someone who is completely closed off with their thoughts or goes out in la la daydream land way too much or just wants to stay home all the time and be alone or play video games or not talk about things, drives me insane.

As an extrovert, I like to talk. I like to listen and communicate. I like to be around people. I like to have fun and be with my friends and do things outside of the house. I can hang around a house too, but I'll quickly feel lazy and need to get up and do something. Or I'll just get bored. It's like there's no stimulation for me just sitting around. I like to keep busy.

What I'm wondering is how consistent this thought may be across the board. Whether you're hetero or homosexual, do you identify as an extreme extrovert or introvert? Who do you find you mold with best when it comes to significant others?

The Chevy

And I will sit shotgun in your Chevy Silverado,
feet on the dash, windows open, hair flying,
as the cool summer breeze whips around us,
sun gazing down on my sunglasses,
no clouds in the air, no rain droplets to ruin the moment,
blasting country with your hand in mine
twisting fingers together, light squeezes,
silent words of I love you,
and it'll be one of the happiest moments of my life.

True Believers- Darius Rucker

We are two, true believers.

Sometimes

Sometimes I just don't know
how he dries my tears
as the stress rolls down my cheeks in waves
and just speaks in his deep calm voice
steadily assuring me that it's all ok.
It's not anything he's done wrong
it's not even anything wrong with our love.
It's all the outside world as it pummels
its wrath down upon me, conflicting
and fighting with every text, every email,
every phone call in which someone lies
or argues or criticizes. Nothing can be cheerful
some days. Sometimes I just don't know
how to deal, but he sits, hugs me,
a kiss on the forehead or the lips,
hands me tissues and just makes me say
"It'll all be ok."

Road Miles

You can't undo a fall like this cause love don't know a distance. 

I don't care that we have to micromanage trips
and budget gas money just for the trips
or that it takes me an hour in traffic
to arrive at your house on a Wednesday night.
Because with us, it's crazy but it works
and we fought for too long
to let a little bit of cruisin' harm us.
So I'll roll down my windows
turn up the country music,
slide on my shades, fill the gas tank
and cruise along, smiling knowing you're
at the end of the journey.
We make this work,
every drive, every day, every single smile
that we get in. I have learned to love this road,
love the anticipation of your kiss, your arms around me.

Waking Dream

Sometimes I don't know how I got so lucky
to have you curled up beside me, wrapped in your arms
but then I remember that this was meant to be
and that you are mine as I am yours.

In the morning, it is like I am still in a dream state
drowsy with sleep and head resting on your chest
hair spread everywhere, legs entangled
as you slowly open your eyes and a good morning kiss.

It is the warmth that comes from being with you,
it is the not needing a sheet even with the fans
blowing cool air over us because our body heat
is enough to make our temperatures just right.

It is the safety and comfort that comes from sleeping
in your t shirt, against the wall, guarded by you
from all evils, all monsters under the bed or demons
in the closet. It is how we love each other.

Thoughts on being a working woman

It's been over a month since I started working at a daily newspaper. With college behind me and the world in front of me, I will admit sometimes it's been overwhelming. You have those moments of "am I doing everything my boss needs me to do?" or "is this article ok?" You have some moments of doubt, but somehow you push by them and keep going.

It's kind of been nice working a full time 40 hour a week job, driving my car, coming home to my apartment and spending weekends with my boyfriend. Eventually it settles into a routine. Everything becomes the norm. But then you have those little things that make each day special.

Like today, I don't have any cases in court, but I'm off to a new boutique that opened recently in a half hour and then this afternoon visiting a camp that's teaching its campers to refurbish computers with the help of local college students to give the computers to the needy. It's a satisfying job to know I can make a difference in the world. Or like the fact that this weekend, I'm looking forward to going strawberry picking and go kart racing with the boy. It's the little things.

Sometimes yes, working in the real world feels robotic. It feels like the same thing day after day, but then you have to remind yourself of the things that make each day different. I quite like being in the working world. It's a lifestyle that suits me well.

Heat of the Night

It didn't matter how the summer heat stuck to our skin
pasting our shirts to our chests and shoulders, hair glued
every which way as the light breeze drifted in through
the window, but was never enough to completely soothe
the eyes and let sleep drift into our minds.

It was as I laid next to you, touching but not cuddling
for the summer heat felt like flames on our arms
heads turned toward each other, eyes meeting eyes,
not smiling, not laughing, however sharing
a quiet moment where words were not necessary.

The air mattress squeaked when we moved
however we were motionless as the moment drew
on, eyes barely blinking as you brought your lips
to mine, sparking more electric flames down my spine
and spreading the heat of love into my body.

I did not care that it made me even more warm inside
and that the humidity in the air stifled my movements.
No. It was about how I knew I trusted you, how exes
did not matter, histories faded into the sky as the clouds
grew black over the sun, letting the stars peak through.

It was about in that moment of the heat of the night
my heart opened up just a little more, a little farther
than anyone had ever been let in. It was about how
that one look shared between us shared more
than just the sight of each other's faces.