A Letter from Zeus

Zeus is beautiful and wonderful. He is kind, caring, and thoughtful. He makes me feel like I am a lady and a baby girl. Everytime I try to describe him, I run out of words, I don't know why. It's just that no adjectives, adverbs, nouns, or verbs are enough to describe or even try to give him justice. Almighty Zeus is over protective, jealous, and yet he is as cute as a newborn panda bear. He is my King and my little adorable baby boy. It's weird how I feel like a mother with him and his princess. He makes me feel special, beautiful, like I am someone out of this world. He takes good care of me. He is patient and accepts how deranged I am and dare I say loves it? My Zeus awakens my nonexistent jealousy and fear. I cannot believe a day passing without reading his texts, listening to his raspy seducing voice, my day would be horrible. A huge fan of Deadpool, Reggae and post-rock music. The guy has the best music taste ever. Every track takes you on a new adventure; their emotional rollercoasters are endless and addictive. Zeus drives me crazy when he pinpoints what am I feeling without seeing me; I am impressed and scared, but I am getting used to it. Zeus is not good with written words, he doesn't like it that much, yet he wrote me a letter. Well, it is not really a letter, but just read it. He is my happy ever after. That's him and God forbid it doesn't work, I am okay living as a nun because I know I will never find a replica of him anywhere. He is that special!

Today Zeus wrote me this: "you are by far the sweetest person ever, you do panic a lot and you seek perfection which sometimes makes you lose it but that's you. All I can do is be there and comfort you even though I would like you to take it easy. I love the way you blush and I love the way you talk and I love your glasses (the round ones.)You have a good taste in makeup and I like the way you jump every time I come near you or explain something with my hands. I love the way you put your tongue out to tease me. I love the way you say "ya Allah", with that being said, I wish you a happy new year and may all your wishes come true."

It warms my heart everytime I read it and I assure you I have read it more than once; I think I have memorized it, and imagining his voice saying all this makes me have goosebumps. I cannot thank you enough for putting up with my tantrums, stress, madness, and meeting them all with patience and reassuring me that you will always be here with me, comforting me and making me feel as if I am the most special person ever. I cannot wait till I get over my shyness and idiocy to really show you what do you mean to me and what how I feel when I am with you.

Happy New Year Zeus, may it be one of warmth, beauty, happiness. May you finally find what you have been seeking all along and may I try to repay you some of the happiness that you make me feel every single minute with you. Happy New Year darling!

Peace Out! H!

A Hug

A hug could hold different layers of meaning. It can be protection, love, friendship, and sexual engulfment to mention a few. Some underestimate and even ridicule the power of a good honest to God hug; they believe that a kiss is better, more powerful. Something that might knock you off senseless, if done right.

I have experienced a hug from a friend and it was warm, sweet, and full of care. My mom's hug was never one of those motherly hugs, it was distant. She doesn't like physical contact I believe, but that does not mean she is distant or cold. She is good. I tend to give the people I love squeezy hugs, those powerful, strong, tight hugs that knock out the breath out of them when they are sad, or when extremely happy. They appreciate it because I don't tend to give them haphazardly all year round, just on special occasions.

 Lately, I want a hug, but not any kind of hug, not a motherly, friendly, or even a distant hug. I want a person to hug me. Someone who is like twice my size and strength preferably, I just want to feel vulnerable, yet impossible to break in it. Something that would be warm and full of love and emotions. I want a special kind of hug that no one I know has the ability to provide, so I keep dreaming of it. Maybe one day it might show up.

What's the point of all this, basically nothing, just a description of what a real hug in my point of view should be. Is it relatable? I am not quite sure, and I don;t really care. Will people comment on it? Again, I don't know.

Snappy believes I am weird, which is normal, but I don't think he knows about the hug-complex I am exposing. Exposing is such a fancy word, you would think I am talking about some sort of a celebrity scandal.

Peace out! H!