Just quickly wanted to let you all know that Daniel is here with me in New York.
*waits for sounds of excitement to die down*
Yes, yes, I know, it's really exciting.
What this means is that Ebony (me) and Ivory (Daniel) will be exploring the depths of our love for each other for the next 2.5 weeks.
Which essentially means very little of The Vic for the rest of you.
Yes, yes, I know...it's heartbreaking for you really. I apologize for that. I truly do. I wish that I could change it.
No...wait....no I don't.
You guys are awesome, don't get me wrong, but I am loving the fact that my Brit boy is here with me.
Even if he is correcting my spelling and vernacular all the time (I speak proper American, he insists that I speak and write proper English. *sigh of exhausted frustration* I learned American! Isn't that enough?). LOL.
Anyway, just wanted to give you all an update. We are heading to Buffalo from NYC now for a week and a half and then we're going back to NYC and then Daniel is returning to England *gasping sob* without me.
Blog ya later!
-Vicktor Aleksandr B
Showing posts with label love across the big pond. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love across the big pond. Show all posts
Friday, March 2, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
30 Reasons Why I Love You
In honor of Valentine's Day, I decided to post 30 reasons why I love Daniel. Yes, I'm being cheesy, but did you know that in all of my 28 years, this is the first year that I'm not single on Valentine's Day?
I shit you not.
I've always broken up with whomever I was dating right after Christmas [or been dumped right after New Year's], so this is the first year that I have someone, it just figures that fate would give me someone across the Big Pond huh?
But anyway, I haven't done a "Love Across The Big Pond" post in a while, so we'll just add this onto the last one I did. [I'm also guest blogging over at: D.C. Juris Blog and at Chicks & Dicks Blog today, so go check it out and leave a comment]
On to the sappy, romantic cheesiness! LOL.
30 Reasons Why I Love You, Daniel
I shit you not.
I've always broken up with whomever I was dating right after Christmas [or been dumped right after New Year's], so this is the first year that I have someone, it just figures that fate would give me someone across the Big Pond huh?
But anyway, I haven't done a "Love Across The Big Pond" post in a while, so we'll just add this onto the last one I did. [I'm also guest blogging over at: D.C. Juris Blog and at Chicks & Dicks Blog today, so go check it out and leave a comment]
On to the sappy, romantic cheesiness! LOL.
30 Reasons Why I Love You, Daniel
- You are constantly trying to get me to speak proper English, even though I speak proper American
- You get so excited about the games you play that it makes me smile
- You always seem to know when I need to talk and when I just need to know that you're there
- You make me laugh every time you try to bribe me into revealing one of your surprises
- You are just as passionate as I am about the music that you love
- You challenge me...in everything...and it makes me want to be a better man for you
- You have never seen anything or anyone other than Vic, you just see me, to the point where when I talk to you, I only see me.
- You can be just as romantic, if not more than, me but you fight it so much that it makes me want to fight even harder for you to show it
- You are the perfect counterpart to me. Strong where I'm weak and weak where I'm strong.
- You don't let me get away with bullshit.
- You don't let me beat up on myself either.
- You think people who treat me wrong are horrible and should be punished. You are so fierce in your devotion to me that it makes me unable to breathe sometimes.
- You are just as possessive of me as I am of you, even on Twitter and it always makes me feel loved.
- When you were having a bad day at work a few weeks back and you told Kat that you just needed to talk to me and you'd feel better, was one of the happiest moments in my life.
- You believe that I can and will change and save the world and it fills me with the courage and the desire to make you proud of me.
- Even though you challenge me...on everything...you know that I say what I say to you because I love you and want to take care of you and you don't fight me for long.
- Because you never go to bed without telling me goodnight, giving me a kiss and telling me that you love me.
- You don't like John Barrowman, Shemar Moore or Scott Hoying because I have celebrity crushes on them and it makes me feel loved, it makes me feel like you find me sexy and you want me all to yourself.
- You are just as anxious to see me as I am to see you, so much so that you moved your date to visit up from April to March 4th to March 2nd to March 1st.
- Because there are those moments when you don't even realize where you let me know how much you want me to keep you forever and it's in those moments that I know that even with all of my uncertainties, I will never let you go.
- You think that the idea of you not wanting to be with me is "stupid" and "ridiculous."
- You think people who expect you to not want to be with me are "stupid."
- You think I'm amazing [and an evil bastard].
- You say things to make me growl and be possessive because you love the Alpha male side of me and it turns you on to see me get all possessive
- You like my family [even if you get pouty when one of them snuggles with me or rubs my belly, because that's your job]
- You didn't think I was crazy when I was upset by Whitney Houston's passing, you understood and then made it your mission to make me laugh.
- You get upset when I don't take care of myself.
- You want me to love you, take care of you and make you happy [and of course fuck you and dominate you, but you know, this is supposed to be romantic]
- You agreed to at least be in the room with me when I watch Breaking Dawn, even though you said you'd be playing a game or reading the whole time.
- Because you are the most amazing, smartest, most talented writer, sexiest, most loving, funniest, most British man that I have ever met and you make me happy because you chose me.
*Bonus: I also love you, because I know that you're going to go through this list and telling me every misspelled, grammatically incorrect word or phrase in them and I lovdorish you for that as well*
Happy Valentine's Day Brit Boy. I love you....Brat.
Love,
Vic
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Love Across The Big Pond #5: It's Getting Harder
Dear Daniel,
It's getting harder to say goodnight to you. Goodnight really means good-bye. It means that you're going to be over in England and I have hours before I inevitably give into the urge to sleep myself.
It means that you're not here.
And each time, my fingers hesitate over the keys. Each time I have to say goodnight to you, tell you to go to bed, because I know that you'll try to stay up reading or writing or playing games for as long as you can unless I make you go to bed, each time I have to do that, I feel another piece of my heart break. You aren't here. I'm not there. We should be together so that when it's bed time, we're going there...together.
The Alpha wolf inside of me is pacing back and forth angrily, he wants his mate, his other half. He wants to claim what's his, mark it and keep it by his side.
It's what I want as well.
But I have to press the keys that say goodnight. Press the keys and hope that they convey to you how much I love you, hope that you can feel even a fraction of how much my heart beats for you. You are my first thought every morning and my last thought every night. And saying goodnight to you, when you're not in my arms is getting harder and harder to do. But I'll keep doing it because I'd rather deal with the ache in my chest, the temporary emptiness in my arms, the longing for you that I feel every day, every hour, every minute, if it means that in 8 weeks, I get to make up for loss time.
I get two weeks of heaven with you, two weeks of bliss and love and complete surrender to the overwhelming surge of powerful emotion that I have for you. And yes, you're leaving again after that and we'll have a few more months of IMs, emails, tweets, letters, cards, gifts, texts, Skypes until we see each other again, but it's worth it. Those two weeks will get me through those next few months.
Because I'd rather miss you and know that you're mine than give you up and never truly feel like I can breathe again.
So yes, I miss you and yes it's getting harder to say goodnight, but soon, love, very soon, when I say goodnight, you'll be in my arms where you're supposed to be.
Lovdorish you always and forever.
Love,
Vic
It's getting harder to say goodnight to you. Goodnight really means good-bye. It means that you're going to be over in England and I have hours before I inevitably give into the urge to sleep myself.
It means that you're not here.
And each time, my fingers hesitate over the keys. Each time I have to say goodnight to you, tell you to go to bed, because I know that you'll try to stay up reading or writing or playing games for as long as you can unless I make you go to bed, each time I have to do that, I feel another piece of my heart break. You aren't here. I'm not there. We should be together so that when it's bed time, we're going there...together.
The Alpha wolf inside of me is pacing back and forth angrily, he wants his mate, his other half. He wants to claim what's his, mark it and keep it by his side.
It's what I want as well.
But I have to press the keys that say goodnight. Press the keys and hope that they convey to you how much I love you, hope that you can feel even a fraction of how much my heart beats for you. You are my first thought every morning and my last thought every night. And saying goodnight to you, when you're not in my arms is getting harder and harder to do. But I'll keep doing it because I'd rather deal with the ache in my chest, the temporary emptiness in my arms, the longing for you that I feel every day, every hour, every minute, if it means that in 8 weeks, I get to make up for loss time.
I get two weeks of heaven with you, two weeks of bliss and love and complete surrender to the overwhelming surge of powerful emotion that I have for you. And yes, you're leaving again after that and we'll have a few more months of IMs, emails, tweets, letters, cards, gifts, texts, Skypes until we see each other again, but it's worth it. Those two weeks will get me through those next few months.
Because I'd rather miss you and know that you're mine than give you up and never truly feel like I can breathe again.
So yes, I miss you and yes it's getting harder to say goodnight, but soon, love, very soon, when I say goodnight, you'll be in my arms where you're supposed to be.
Lovdorish you always and forever.
Love,
Vic
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Love Across The Big Pond #4: The Effects of Kissing
Dear Daniel,
Have you noticed more people kissing around you? I never noticed it before but suddenly on every tv show, every movie, every couple in the world is around me and they're all kissing. They're all holding hands and loving on each other and I'm looking at them and wishing that it was us. Wishing that you were in my arms, that you were kissing me or I was kissing you. That it was someone else watching us kissing and wishing that they were us.
Seeing others kiss makes the waiting harder. It's not seeing them holding hands, or watching them walk together with their arms around each other. It's seeing them kiss. Because when they kiss, I want to kiss you, and when I look over you're not there.
So, love, don't be surprised if I want to spend the first hour or so doing nothing but kissing you, because we've got a lot of kissing to make up for and a lot of kissing to look forward to.
Lovdorish You.
Love,
Vic
Have you noticed more people kissing around you? I never noticed it before but suddenly on every tv show, every movie, every couple in the world is around me and they're all kissing. They're all holding hands and loving on each other and I'm looking at them and wishing that it was us. Wishing that you were in my arms, that you were kissing me or I was kissing you. That it was someone else watching us kissing and wishing that they were us.
Seeing others kiss makes the waiting harder. It's not seeing them holding hands, or watching them walk together with their arms around each other. It's seeing them kiss. Because when they kiss, I want to kiss you, and when I look over you're not there.
So, love, don't be surprised if I want to spend the first hour or so doing nothing but kissing you, because we've got a lot of kissing to make up for and a lot of kissing to look forward to.
Lovdorish You.
Love,
Vic
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Love Across The Big Pond: The Adventures of BradVic and Dangelina #3
Here's my 2nd letter to Daniel. Okay, it's not technically my second letter, but it's the second one I wrote with this title. And even though I scoffed at people who said it was a good idea at first, it has helped a little bit.
Dear Daniel (or Dangelina-which you know I love calling you that):
Do you know what I did after you went to bed last night? I started thinking about next year. This is our first Christmas "together," the first time we're celebrating your birthday "together" but still apart. I'm happy you're here, that you're in my life, so happy that I have you, but that damn ocean that's separating us? Well, it's starting to piss me off.
So I've decided to wage a war against the ocean and do all I can to make sure that next year? Before it gets close to the holidays, you are here with me where you belong. In my arms, in my bed. Wearing my ring.
I love you baby.
Love Always,
Vic (BradVic)
Dear Daniel (or Dangelina-which you know I love calling you that):
Do you know what I did after you went to bed last night? I started thinking about next year. This is our first Christmas "together," the first time we're celebrating your birthday "together" but still apart. I'm happy you're here, that you're in my life, so happy that I have you, but that damn ocean that's separating us? Well, it's starting to piss me off.
So I've decided to wage a war against the ocean and do all I can to make sure that next year? Before it gets close to the holidays, you are here with me where you belong. In my arms, in my bed. Wearing my ring.
I love you baby.
Love Always,
Vic (BradVic)
Friday, December 23, 2011
Love Across The Big Pond: The Adventures of BradVic and Dangelina
Wasn't that an awesome title? I think so.
So the babez's birthday is Saturday, December 24th and I am UBER excited because hopefully he'll get the presents that I sent him before then. There are two very special items that he's going to get from me.
*devious grin*
So anyway, trying to maintain a long-distance relationship is hard.
And no, not like hard like an erection is hard, *shakes head and scoffs* bunch of pervs, but hard as in difficult.
Not because I don't love him, because oh man do I, but because if he's having a bad day I can't just pull him into my lap and hold him like I want to and if someone fucks with him I can't just go and "give them a stern talking to" (which we all know is "Vic speak" for kick their asses), and if I'm feeling particularly...amorous, I can't just pounce on him like I want to. Which sucks.
So I decided to do something about it. And I talked to him about it, but at the time I was joking, but every day, after he goes to bed, I write him a letter. They're always titled the same way "Love Across the Big Pond", but they help me.
They help in those times when I dream about him and wake up and he's not there beside me. They help when I want to send him a text message but know that I will get the "Failed to Send" because he has an international number. They help when I'm all turned on from watching "Queer as Folk" and can't even make out with him.
They help in those times when I miss him even though I'm talking to him.
And even though I'm all "Dom-ish" and "fierce" I'm still very much a romantic at heart, which is why I write M/M romance (and I've been told my stuff is cheesy, but a good cheesy), and for that reason while my words come from my heart they are oftentimes more about the "emotion" than the "feeling."
So I thought I'd share the first letter that I wrote to Daniel. I'm warning you now. It's short and sappy, but I'm having a slight "pity party" where I'm all like "I miss my fiance and I want him here with me and no one is going to make me feel better about this," so I know that for me, posting this letter will make me feel better and really that's all that matters.
So the babez's birthday is Saturday, December 24th and I am UBER excited because hopefully he'll get the presents that I sent him before then. There are two very special items that he's going to get from me.
*devious grin*
So anyway, trying to maintain a long-distance relationship is hard.
And no, not like hard like an erection is hard, *shakes head and scoffs* bunch of pervs, but hard as in difficult.
Not because I don't love him, because oh man do I, but because if he's having a bad day I can't just pull him into my lap and hold him like I want to and if someone fucks with him I can't just go and "give them a stern talking to" (which we all know is "Vic speak" for kick their asses), and if I'm feeling particularly...amorous, I can't just pounce on him like I want to. Which sucks.
So I decided to do something about it. And I talked to him about it, but at the time I was joking, but every day, after he goes to bed, I write him a letter. They're always titled the same way "Love Across the Big Pond", but they help me.
They help in those times when I dream about him and wake up and he's not there beside me. They help when I want to send him a text message but know that I will get the "Failed to Send" because he has an international number. They help when I'm all turned on from watching "Queer as Folk" and can't even make out with him.
They help in those times when I miss him even though I'm talking to him.
And even though I'm all "Dom-ish" and "fierce" I'm still very much a romantic at heart, which is why I write M/M romance (and I've been told my stuff is cheesy, but a good cheesy), and for that reason while my words come from my heart they are oftentimes more about the "emotion" than the "feeling."
So I thought I'd share the first letter that I wrote to Daniel. I'm warning you now. It's short and sappy, but I'm having a slight "pity party" where I'm all like "I miss my fiance and I want him here with me and no one is going to make me feel better about this," so I know that for me, posting this letter will make me feel better and really that's all that matters.
"Love Across the Big Pond"
Entry #1:
Dear Daniel.
It snowed today. Not a lot, but enough to make me wish that my arms were wrapped around you. Enough to make me wish that you were waking up next to me, asking me what I was smiling at. And it snowed long enough to make my heart ache to have you here with me. I know that March is not that far away, but any second that I have to spend away from you feels like an eternity. My heart and my soul are yearning for their other halves. I only take shallow breaths because you are my full breath. Know that you are truly loved and that I truly cannot wait until the day that I hold you in my arms forever. Love Always, Vicktor
-Vicktor Aleksandr
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