He tells me I have a great ass and he likes sleeping with me. Is that enough to get completely lost in someone? Just cause he has this mischievious half smile that makes me laugh giddily like an over excited toddler. Just cause he talks about quantum physics with this burning passion to know more. Just cause he remembers the little, minute details of my life. Is it enough?

I remember the first night we both gave in. With my face in the pillow, I asked him muffled questions with bated breath and he answered in heavy whispers even though we were alone. I turned to face him just as he slipped his arm around me and we just laid there eyes wide open wondering what to do next. I remember wanting to resist kissing him but everything in me resisted that idea. We kissed with a passion that had been pent up for what seemed like ages. That kiss surged a wave of relief over me like never before, almost like it was right. It just was, no questions, although I had many.

We're still in the beginning phase of our relationship, where it's all steamy showers, secret smouldering looks across a crowded room and lots of morning sex. Last week, we spent 4 nights together in a row and it makes me miss him when he's not there. Which in turn, makes me want to nip that in the bud. He is not allowed to have that kind of control over my heart but why does it feel so good to let someone else hold the reins for once? Something tells me I could use a little dependence in my life.

Love,
Single Girl and The City

I'm in. I'm all in and I've got the best poker face in the world. And somehow I could still lose it all. This has nothing to do with ballsiness or the ability to be open. Can you ever start something if you can't end it?

I don't think I can only put half my chips in and save the rest for later. I don't want to be blindly in love. I don't want to need him. But I'm scared to death I will. He's all in and I can't seem to believe him. And right now, ending it would hurt. I want to give it a whole hearted chance but there's nothing he can do to make it better.

Don't people always tell you to marry someone who loves you more than you love them? Both parties are happy that way but I've never been that girl. He makes me laugh. He encourages my stupid thoughts. He tells me I don't have to need him but he's going to be there anyway. He grabs the back of my head when he kisses me. I can honestly say I've never felt so comfortable and un judged in my life. And I still have that va va voom feeling in my stomach whenever I see him. How did it get like this? Somewhere between standing still and looking forward, I fell. Hard. And I don't want to get back up.

Love,
Single Girl and The City