J (my man) just left. We've been talking for a while, but it was the first time "did it". It's been a while for me (believe it or not), and this man, in all of his Boriquen glory lit me on fire. It is here, so forth, that I declare that Puertorican men are glorrrious. They will also cut you and steal your car... I love it (thx Joey and Jaime). But not my man, he's a proffesional.
Right before he left the apartment, he said "I can't kiss you again because then I won't want to leave".
He's such a sweet boy. He said that I was such a "beautiful girl". And I beleived it. I wonder if this is the beginning of the new chapter in my life... the only one I haven't clearly mapped out yet?