We are trying to figure lots of stuff out. All at once . . . over the telephone.

It’s mightily confusing. I don’t quite know when we will see each other again. It’s scary, too.

Beneath all the other emotions, insufferably, unbearably, distractingly, beats the rush of desire. It is a blessing to have it always there. It is a curse; it overrides judgment.

Holding Pattern

Its creeping over my skin now, and the wanting is mixed with sadness, confusion, hope, love, and anticipation.

A new day tomorrow. We will see what it brings.

Part of a photo by Stephen Neaves, found via Unscathed Corpse.