I Partied On A Yacht

 and this is all I got:

We couldn't sail because the "generators were down", so we stayed anchored and stationary, except for the occasional rocking from a strong wave or two.  Nevertheless, we had a ball.  We drank, he smoked (I quit months ago, and surprisingly, no withdrawals considering how often I was indulging), danced, 

kissed, and genuinely enjoyed each other's company.

It's been so long for me.  To let myself go and have a good time.  I'm always bracing for the blow, something good and perfect is happening soooooo when's the bullshit going to begin?  

I'm learning if you expect the worse (even if you don't deserve it), that's exactly what you're going to get.  The absolute worse.  It's like the Universe is like: You want a bad time? Hold my beer......

So now, I'm only expecting the good things, not going to keep sabotaging my happiness because I feel like I don't deserve it. I deserve good things, and so do you.  Like sailing (or not) on yachts with someone you love, getting tipsy, and kissing like you did those first few dates in the beginning.  That stationary yacht brought back so much passion, I don't even care that we didn't sail away, in my mind, it took us to a destination we haven't been to in years...

P.S. I promise to start getting better pics y'all (*crosses fingers)