I ran across this blog as well from way back then. Back when we were still testing the waters, getting to know each other, trying to ensure this was what we wanted. I love looking back and seeing how far we've come.

Sent: Friday, August 17, 2007 11:54:12 AM
Shedaisee wrote:

Didn't want this online for view. It's attached.

Last night we talked a lot. Talked about a lot of things. He took care of the things he needed to to "cut ties" and if she calls again he promised to make it clear that she is not to call again. I, in turn, am about to email and tell him we are not going to be able to have any kind of relationship at all. That is for the best. He continues to "learn" me in the art of relationships. I got very mad last night, lashed out and said things that hurt him. I immediately apologized but he had been hurt. I was hurt too though. I, again, thought he was leaving. Things were getting tough. I've learned through experience that things get tough and someone leaves. Yes, my parents have been married over 35 years, but every 7 years or so my mom threatens to file for divorce and is serious about it. My marriage, my past relationships, all of those have taught me that "lasting relationships" are things that don't exist. It boggles my mind that they do. Or maybe I am subconsciously trying to run him off so it won't hurt as much when I think he really does leave? I thought about that last night and realized that I CANNOT do that. He is the best thing that's ever happened to my life, time line be damned, I have to hold onto him as a treasure to be lost, and must treat him as such, just as he treats me that way.
On a somewhat comical note, we did talk about our past marriages and honeymoons. Interesting stuff, really. I fell asleep in his arms, I woke up in his arms, and then he made sweet love to me. He asked me if I loved him. I told him yes. He said, "Then believe me." I do. It's as simple as that.

From: Girlfriend
To: Shedaisee; Other Girlfriend
Subject: Re: Input?... Updated

"He is the best thing that's ever happened to my life, time line be damned, I have to hold onto him as a treasure to be lost, and must treat him as such, just as he treats me that way."

**SOBS**

Believe him.

I thought you would want to know

Ran across this from August of 2007. He wrote it back when we were both blogging on another site. Enjoy.

From: Intri
To: Shedaisee
Sent: Wednesday, August 8, 2007 7:59:18 PM
Subject: thought you would wanna know I wrote this.

I slipped quietly into her bed, gently slid between the sheets and drew myself close to her body. Snuggling and spooning her as I so love. I adore the feeling of our bodies pressed together and I know she does as well. I could feel her stirring. My arms wrapped around her waist and her hands slid to mine. She pushed herself back to me pressing firmly, her desire to become closer. Her head tilted sideways and I took the opportunity to press my lips to her neck, then along her shoulders and she was responding. My mouth traced across her arms kissing, nibbling, stopping at the wrists relishing in the taste of her skin.

My Fingers delighted in the feel of her underneath them. They traveled delicately around her waist, slipping to her stomach. She rolled back to me our lips met very tenderly. Tongues licked across lips, artistically they formed and the bond was sealed. Attuned to each others needs a familiarity of each others bodies created a passion to feed the cravings of b oth.

The quiet in the house and the rising heartbeats created a rythmic pulse you could HEAR. Perfect synchronicity was mathced as flesh began to form a coupling where each moment brought rippling sensations of pleasure and desire was finally afforded it's peace as I slid inside her depths. Arms close around another firmly, her back arches, I press myself closer still. Movements are measured and paced so as to feel each and every pulse, every place touched accentuated by the sweetness of the moment.

We continue for an unknown time content in just being in this moment. The orgasmic release not even cared for, for the journey IS the destination