Lately I did reach a routine: sweet RL days and sweet SL nights, with my RL intruding sometimes into the nights, and my SL intruding sometimes into the days. No drama, or at least not too much, and never too often. Simply living two happy, quiet lives.
And then the holidays came and we went away a long week, far from everything.
And then we came back and I felt very, very lazy about logging in, because it is easier to have only one life.
And then I discovered that, even if I wanted to log, I couldn’t.
I love to examine my feelings; I wrote many times about why SL may be so good, so bad, so boring, so obsessive, and so so :-p. But never thought about the dangers of my two lives becoming too good and rewarding.
I can’t leave SL, and love is the reason, but love also keeps me away from it now. My days are busy, my nights aren’t mine anymore… and I would joke about my husband becoming too adhesive in the night if I wasn’t so adhesive in the day.
Of course I can’t tell him why I need to be alone at night, why our old closeness has became too close at some hours. This little holidays somehow shattered our routine, and…
*laughs*
What was the chance of writing this while getting Jem’s Come On closer in the radio? The lyrics match it so well…
Hot temptations
Sweet sensations
Infiltrating through
A sweet temptation pulls me away from him in the night, but I can’t obey it, not now, even if it makes my heart ache.
And I hate this temptation, because our sweet life is having an even sweeter moment, and I should simply enjoy it… but it seems that I am more for sweet-and-sour than sugar.
I know that soon things will change back. Just now we are enjoying being a bit too close, but soon we will need our little spaces in the night… we will be back to the old days. We will hug and talk a about what happened in the day, and have dinner, and then he will be back to his work, his corner of the couch where he snuggles to read, or his TV shows.
And we will be happy, and I will be have time for the other half of my heart, so lonely just now.
I will be back to my little, guilty secret, turning the screen so he can’t see who I am hugging. He will wonder again who makes me type so fast, why I smile like a monkey. He will go early to bed, as usual, and I… I will stop writing just now :-p.





























