In writing this for the fifth time, I figured id do it raw. Rough around the edges, no editing, no post scripting but raw and untouched with errors. So here we go.
When I saw the first picture of you I paused. I scrolled through your profile before moving on. I did this on 3 separate occasions. I figured if I was being drawn back to you, I just had to say hello. I was excited to get a reply. Actually bounced in my seat. When I realized that I coukd possibly meet you and enjoy my birthday at the same time... Motivation found. I reminded myself that the reason I was here is because I was saying yes again. Then I got the dessert. It made me smile. Its been a while since I've had someone new do a kindness for my big day. Now I just had to get to know you. We text, we chat then you called. Surprise! Your voice still confuses the packaging. But I like the dichotomy that you are visually. What trips my trigger? Those eyes. Its your smirk that made me want to know more. Then it was your ease with me. Even in your shyness you wanted to do, see and know more of me. Your openness to knew things and places made thungs simple to do with you. I like that you dont say no. Dont get me wrong. I heard you loud and clear on the list of things that you are, has happened in the past and you vow not to repeat. Its that honesty that I find brave. The confidence in who you are right now is why I find you sexy. The way you shared yourself knowing its a risk to there being nothing more than A shared meal between us but still giving of your heavy moments is awesome. I still wanted to know more. Then you touched me. A hug, a cuddle, kiss... Sex wasn't my plan. It really wasn't. Suddenly its fun, fabulous and almost sunrise. I wouldn't change it for the world. Every message sent, text, glide or call made me smile. I was excited to see you. Talking to you was easy. You seem never to tire of me. I liked that you wanted to hear about my day. Weeks have gone by and I tell you more about my world. Sharing the small and mundane of my life seem to make you giggle. Then you tell me, "Youre the first thung I think of when I wake up and my last thought at night." It has been a long time since I felt wanted. I dont feel like an obligation, a duty or a chore when I am with you. You make me happy. I get excited to hear from you every morning. Knowing that what I am feeling is being returned to me is amazing. Then you start to meet my people. Im dreading this moment. Not because of you but them. I dont want to rush things. I want to share you with them. But they like myself, can be loud and overbearing. We are a boisterous group of passionate people. And I have you all shuny and new. I didnt want to scare you away. Instead, you laughed and drank aamong us. I found a new happy. Your ease with me is what I like most. The sex between us is fucking fabulous. Your limited inhibitions still leave so much more to explore. Your willingness to do just that turns me on more. Then you baked for me. You shared your bed with me. Youve wrapped your arms around me. Then you shared me with your people. When you grabbed my hand on the way to the car my stomach dropped. Finally, someone wanted to touch me. I wasn't making the first move. I found a happy. Here we are at the end of my cycle of renewal. My personal challenge of love letters met and exceeded expectations. Knowing you wanted one scared me. Which is the very reason I decided to write one for you. If this is the beginning, if this is moving slow, if this is a road to possibility of more with you. I'm willing to try it. Because you make me happy. Those are just a few of the reasons I like TheChef called Tara.
