hmmmm...i know what you're not saying

Scenario:
You are talking to your significant other (S.O.) and she asks you a question. It just kinda comes out. You are not surprised that she asked, but still you have no response. Her tone.... Her tone tells you there is more to her question than the words that came out of her mouth. She is asking much more...much, much more. The question? Why don't you blog anymore?

Now, I know Secret wasn't just asking why don't I blog anymore. I know she was really asking why don't you blog about me (or us) anymore. I know she wants me to tell the world how I feel about her. I know she remembers the posts about Shortcake and I know she wants just as many (actually, more) posts about her.

Secret and I have agreed that our blogs are our space. We can continue to post as we wish. We have agreed to not put anything out in the universe that we have not first talked about (yes, arguments/disagreements count as talking). I mean, nobody wants to find out her girlfriend hates her via a blog (no, baby I don't hate you). At the same time, I know that Secret is a girl. I know she likes to see what I feel written. Just like women like to have flowers sent to their jobs so other folk know she in love, I know she wants me to post so other folk know we in love.

So, we had this discussion about me not blogging. I have one so-so excuse, I'm distracted (I did a post on it, yay me!). I also have one very good reason. After we talked about it, she said "Well, its your blog. You can do what you want with it. I'm sorry. That's your space." Ummm, I know that's woman speak for 'your ass better post something and do it quick." My grandma ain't raise no fool! LOL!

I can't keep up with her when it comes to posting (and I'm so not gonna try) but you can best believe that the words I do post I mean every last one of them. Also, I have decided to revive the lost art of love letters. So, even when I'm not posting my feelings, I am writing them down. So far, I am enjoying dating a blogger. I always know what she's thinking. It's kinda cool. The way she makes me feel

Makes. No. Sense.