The Trouble With Robert Pattinson

I'm in trouble.
Big Trouble.
That starts with T
And that rhymes with P
and that stands for Pattinson.
Yeah.
Big fucking trouble.

I think I've been fooling myself.
I mean...
Like trying to convince myself that
my feelings...
my devotion...
my... LOVE
For Rob was all under control.
Guess what?
It's not.
Not even close.

I was talking to husband last night...
Let's call him B from now on.
He's the one who's about my height (I'm 5'9")
He's the guy who shaves his head...
He's the father of my 2 incredible children.
He's the man who provides and cares for his family.

So last night...
He came up behind me and gave me this huge hug.
I asked him what brought that on?
He told me he likes to hug me...
Because... "I Love You"
and "You look pretty damn good to me"

And as he walked away from me...
You know what I did?
Do you even WANT to know?
I closed my eyes...
And Rob was there.
Standing in front of me...
He's the one who is taller than me (6'1")
He's the one who has incredible sexy thick hair...
He's the guy who embodies everything I love about a man.
Everyfuckingthing.

Except he's not B.
And he will never love me the way B does.

So why do I see Rob when I close my eyes?

Why does my heart ache when I look at him?

Why does he haunt my dreams...

even when I'm not sleeping?

Oh hell.
I'm in trouble.
That starts with T
And that rhymes with P

And that means

I'm totally phucked.

Bye for now ♥