This Day, One Month from the Start
Saturday, January 24th, 2004
This Day, One Month from the Start
A Dom Entry
I don't know how he does it, but he does. Billy has once again succeeded in completing my day. Only this time, it was better than any other day. This day was our one month anniversary.
I went to work feeling a bit low. I actually can't remember why. (To tell you the truth, I hadn't had the occasion in mind at all until I got home). The whole day was a mess. Well, nothing happened. But...that's really the whole point. Nothing. happened. I was so grateful to finally just leave that dead office and get home that when I got in the door, hung up my coat, looked about a bit, it didn't occur to me that there was anything different about the day until about five minutes had passed and I realised that Billy hadn't yet attacked me at the door.
I followed curiously delicious smells to the kitchen and, to my great surprise, found the table set at two ends beautifully, with two flickering candles beside.
And then there was my Billy. I don't recall what he had done differently (perhaps it was what he was wearing, or maybe his hair; whichever, I don't remember those parts, really) but he was so...so...lovely. Believe me, you don't understand at all. I mean lovely. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Heaven wrapped up in a little body.
He told me he'd fixed dinner. And it dawned on me.
January 24th. It's our anniversary. The anniversary of our first kiss. Our first love-making. Our first "I love you." It's the anniversary of us. I don't think my heartbeat has slowed since that day.
I ate the most wonderful dinner with my beautiful love. He made the meal himself; pasta with some miracle of a sauce and I'm sure I made a mess of it trying to eat (never been very good at noodles). And after the pasta, we finally got to have ice cream sundaes together. The ones with cookies and cream! I couldn't believe it! He knows all of my favourites! Isn't he amazing?
We shared the ice cream as we ate. He offered me some of his whipped cream while I tended to accidentally leave dots of it over the most convenient places of his face as I also fed him. (Needless to say, there was a bit of kissing involved. And when I say a bit, I mean a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean...wow...I am so in love with Billy).
He presented me with a couple gifts after dessert - some CDs which look very promising. I'm surprised, since I'm sure he really doesn't like my music much, but he went along and bought it anyway. Even The Streets! (Which L...Elijah was killing me for not owning. I'll show him now. I'll have all the lyrics memorised by the end of this week and come singing to him along my mail run).
The only thing I regret now...is that I hadn't had the intelligence enough to remember our anniversary in the first place and, so, didn't have a present for Billy in return. I'm sure I sounded pretty sad trying to explain it. Mostly, he just laughed, which was worth everything. But I really felt bad. I told him he could have the other half of his bed back for a present, if he wanted. (Sure, I was searching for a little pity, but hey, when it works...) He told me that he couldn't accept it, though, because he was about to have me there tonight.
Heaven, yes. If I've ever truly made love with Billy Boyd in my life, tonight would have been it. I have never felt such soft, searching, loving, soothing pleasure in so long. My heart felt so frail. I don't know how, but I know I was consciously thinking it would stop all the while. But it was good. Oh, was it ever good. If my heart could have picked a time to stop, that would have been the perfect time. But I'm pretty sure it's still waiting for our two month anniversary.
It's funny, I suppose. When you think about it. Things are usually meant to diminish with time... But not love. I know now - I really truly know for the first time in my life - it just grows. I love Billy even more than I did that Christmas Eve a month ago. I love him as a very best friend and a lover at the same time. He already knows me so well. And he uses all he knows to make me fall in love with him every second.
I've never celebrated a first month anniversary before. And how many have I had? Those others don't matter. They're all a part of some past that I don't really care to remember. The day I met Billy, every single thing changed. Everything about me became good. Everything about my life made sense. The day Billy said he loved me, everything became important.
This day. This day was incredible. I don't want it to end.
I have to go make love to him again...
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