i sit here in my dark apartment, the glow of the muted tv and my computer screen the only illumination, his voice in my ears.
i can’t help but think that the next time i hear him, i’ll see him, be able to hold his hand and…
i’m freaked out
silly isn’t it?
i know things are okay between us, i know how wonderfully, delightfully compatible we are, yet
i’m so nervous
and i can’t wait
and i can’t stop from flashing forward to two weeks hence when he leaves and i’m a mess…
how am i going to teach today?
Now Playing: The delightful companionable silence that exists between me and my love…