June 10, 2019
Yep. Stopping. Told myself last night, quite sternly, to stop this and move on. I'm happy. I was happy. Allowed myself a few days to marinate in this crush-thing and now emerging from the frothy dream. Fully awake and accepting that it's not meant to be anything. It's nice the way it is. Your steady voice, your gentle way, your childlike questions. Someday I'll look back and see this as a sweet time. So thanks for that. It's drizzling as I write this, and I just passed your building. I hoped to see you. I hoped I never do.