It’s supposed to be easy.

Love isn’t supposed to make you worry, make you cry or keep you up all night.

Ok so ideally it keeps you up all night… šŸ™‚

He says nice things. He’s honest.

More than that? He’s McSteamy.

I flirt shamelessly with him and he grins his beautiful dimpled face at me and looks down. He’s a little shy. It’s outrageously hot… just like him.

Working 10 hours on 4 hours of sleep was nothing if not herculean. I’ve never been so sure I wasn’t going to make it. I was facing marrying bottles of ketchup and stocking napkins, pulling out money to bribe my darling busser to help alleviate my suffering…

and in walks the object of my affection.

I’m a sucker for beautiful things… and he is no exception.

Arms stretching the sleeves of his shirt to the point I can’t help but look at them. He talks to me and I can hardly look him in the eyes.

He’s McSteamy… my friend said it best.

MSOK- Holy Shit Jen. He looks like that guy on Grey’s Anatomy… the really hot one.

J- Right?

I’m enjoying just laughing again. He is the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I’d call in sick just to spend the day kissing his beautiful mouth… but then I’d miss what he has to say- which is ALWAYS nice.

He uses his power for good. He’s my very own modern day Superman.

McS- I want to see you later? Swimming? Fishing?


It’s guaranteed to be fun, and if all else fails I can just sit around and stare at him.

I’m reminded that just when you least expect it, and when you’re determined NOT to look…

Happiness falls right in your pretty little lap.


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