Second chance at true Love

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Love is a funny things. It makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs, and cry all at the smae time. I’ve been in love exactly twice in my 25 years, and the second time around has been the best. The first time that you are in love, you have all of these expectations about what is supposed to happen, and what you are suppoed to be feeling. The second time around, you have none of these things. The only thing that you expect is heartache. Obviously, I’ve been hurt at least once, as has most everyone else. When I met Matt, I had sworn off men and Love forever. My son’s father had told me that he wasn’t ready for the responsibilty of a family, shortly beofre we were to be married. Three months to the day later, he moved in with some chick who had three kids, and he took on that family. So beedless to say, I’d been burnt one too many times for my own liking.
The day that I met Matt will forever be stuck in my mind, and my heart. It was a casual meeting. I was among friends, and he was a friend of a friend. We were hanging out, and I found myself wanting to get to know him better. I’d had my share of one night stands in between the time that my ex moved out and the time that I met Matt. I’m still not sure if he realises the affect that he had on me that night.
I’d gone to that bar with the full intention of bringing someone home with me that night. I just didn’t count on him. We sat for hours and talked. Mostly about work, and family. We connected almost instantly. When it came time to go home, I chickened out. I had talked myself into asking him to come home with me, but he was so sweet, that I didn’t want him to be another notch on my bedpost, I wanted something more from him.
We were walking out the door, and he asked me to go back to our friends house and hang out with them there. I agreed, and followed them there. We sat on the couch, he was very careful to not get to close at first. We talked, and everyone else went to bed. I was just about to go home when he turned around and kissed me. My whole body jumped at the sensation of his lips on mine. It begged for more than just a kiss. He put his hands on my waist and he said something that to this day I can’t remember. While my body was humming at his touch, my brain went into overdrive. I was thinking about everything that could go wrong, and I’d never see him again. He must have sensed my troubling thoughts, because he lifted my chin in his hands and said,”if this happens, it’s going to be more than a one night stand.” Wow! He’s good, I thought. He continued to kiss me as though he’d never kissed a woman before. I’d never felt a kiss all the way in my toes, so this was a while new experience for me. My whole body tingled from just a kiss. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if he touched me. We just kissed for what seemed to be hours, and I finally asked him to go home with me. He looked shocked, and surprised, but pleased at the thought as well. We went to my place, and as soon as we hit the door, we were on each other. His hands burned my skin as they roamed where ever I would allow them. He undressed me, and then himself. He lay me back on my bed and just looked at me for a minute. He same towards me with a grin so evinl that it had to rival any that I’d ever seen before. His hand was on my thigh, and i let out a whimper. He looked puzzled, and I shook my head as to tell him to continue. His hand moved up my nody, cupping my rather large breasts. He teased it with his tongue, and then moved to the other. I lay almost perfectly still while he was tormenting me beyond my wildest dreams. I never knew that a simple gesture could rocket me over the edge of sanity. Before I knew it, I was begging to hav him inside of me, and he was happy to oblige that request. We made love all night, and then again when the sun came up. When I woke up with his arms around me, I was surprised that I didn’t freak out. I’m sure that was the day that I fell in love with him, but our next encounter only reinforced my feelings for him.
We went all week without talking, he’d given me his number, and I gave him mine. The next day, my phone started acting funny, so I didn’t get any of his calls or messages. I called him once from my moms, and I thought that he’d forgotten about me.He sounded surprised to hear from me, but when I explained what had been going on, he sounded relieved. We talked on the phone for an hour or so, and made plans to see each other that weekend. When I saw him again, my heart lept with joy. We spent alot of time together after that, and each time I saw him, my heart and soul rejoiced. It took me a long time to be able to put that feeling in words, and I finally told him how I felt. He smiled at me, and wiped the tear of fear off of my face. He said that he knew that he loved me the first night that we spent together, and was just as scared to tell me as I was to tell him.

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