I just came in from sitting outside on my covered patio watching the storm... with a couple candles burning on the table.... thinking about you.... once again the fantasy of sitting with you watching the storm, my head laying on your shoulder... this love I feel for you is from such a young and innocent place inside me.... I want to tell you this but at the same time I don't... yes the moment would have been right yesterday during my session because I was so vulnerable already and surviving it... but the moment is past now... even if I came Monday it wouldn't matter the moment is already gone... little me is so in love with you again.... adult me says gotta stop this nonono it can't be... what are we doing? Why did you let me come back? What happens in October?! Too many questions. Adult me wishes I'd stayed away while little me wants to hold onto you forever...

little me longs to tell you all of this but...