Nameless Junkie

So I'm walking around the bookstore, wired on a huge caffeinated something, talking to Nameless and it hits me. No, not the 3000 mg of caffeine this one drink has but WHY Nameless is necessary...because that's what he is...necessary. One word kept coming to mind while we talked...well two, but nekkid isn't why he's necessary--appreciated, yes, necessary, no. That word was 'intensity'. His lust for life, relish for action, thirst for knowledge...all of that stuff that makes him the incredible man he is comes through at such intensity that no one who is around him can stay unaffected. And strong empath that I am, it fills me with such force, it can make me dizzy and weak or daring and powerful...or a extremely wicked bitch, depends on the day.

Now, I know he's reading this and going 'we weren't having an intense conversation' and no, we weren't. We were just talking about our days, just chit-chatting; I was looking for yet another diet book and he was helping (600 miles away on his computer) when he brought to my attention that I was talking a hundred miles a minute, thoughts zooming like zephyrs (how'd you like my alliteration there?) and I had to grin to myself, because that's the effect he has on me. Yes...I know, the coffee didn't exactly slow me down, but I know the difference between caffeine zing and Nameless zing.

Moving around so much when I was younger, I never really got the opportunity to latch on to anyone or anything long enough to give a shit. I perfected ambivalence at an early age. I wasn't laid back or 'cool with it' or easy-going...I just flat out couldn't be bothered to care.

...and then Nameless became himself and waged war on my nonchalance.

Now, Nameless is anything BUT laid back. He may say he is and he can protest to High Heaven that's he's just chillin' and casual and relaxed...he fibs. He is one of the most INTENSE people I know...about EVERYTHING and its like crack to me-- my own personal brand of heroin, to quote Edward.

I know he's reading this and thinking to himself 'I don't know what to say about that' (drives me nuts by the way) but its the truth. It's like being in stasis all your life and then BOOM! Firing on all 8 cylinders, world shaking, lightening bolts...I'm mixing my metaphors like crazy, but the point is coming across, I'm sure.
So, the point of this little diatribe, my darling Nameless, is this...for every suck ass day like yesterday (my apologies for my insanity again), I had a snorkel day. Even if I had a month of suck ass days for ever snorkel day, it would be worth it.

You are my wish...

You are the hour I first believed...

Coz I'm a junkie and you're my fix.