You are my special angel...

sent from up above!
The Lord smiled down on me, & sent an angel to love.
You are my special angel, right from paradise!
I know that you're an angel, Heaven is in your eyes.
The smile from your lips brings the summer sunshine,
the tears from your eyes bring the rain.
I feel your touch, your warm embrace, & I'm in heaven again!
You are my special angel, through eternity.
I'll have my special angel
here to watch over me, here to watch over me...

My post from last week—about ex-love Tommy—the one I sent a package to after a million year separation? Well, there I was, sound asleep, when my cell went off a little after 1AM. I somehow managed to grab & answer it without disconnecting the caller—which, from a dead sleep, is an amazing feat in & of itself. Now I'm not the most pleasant person when awakened suddenly, but then I hear this gorgeous deep voice saying "Maybe I should call you back at a better time?" I'm like, "Who (the hell) is this?" (grumble grumble, growl growl). "It's Tom," he replied softly.

I'm immediately wide awake. "O...my...god!!!" For a moment I couldn't breathe. "Omygod yourself," he chuckled, play-mocking me. "Now you know how I felt when I got your package this afternoon! Guess we've somehow just managed to blow each other's minds all over again!"

Nearly two hours of non-stop talk later, we (he) decides to *call it a night.* But sleep evades me. How the hell can I possibly sleep when my heart is pounding & adrenalin pumping like I've just run a marathon?!? If it weren't 3AM I'd fly out the door & go dancing or something, but nothing's open now. And dammit, I don't even have any vodka to make a martini! So I'm left to sit here, wide awake & wanting—needing!—to jump up & down & scream, but if I did I'd wake the entire neighborhood, which would not be a good thing ;]

So we're going to talk again (soon!!!) & get together (also soon, & his suggestion, but of course I readily accepted). So now the ballsey chick who last Thursday blithely sent off a gift—meant to be given many years ago to this guy she loved in that other lifetime—is now beyond terrified because her comfortable little fantasy might become reality... He's in New Orleans & I'm here—across the Gulf from one another—so we're both going to have to put some effort into making it happen. What if it doesn't work out?

Fuck that! Even scarier: what if it does?!?  (To be continued...)