2003-08-01 - 12:18 p.m.
Flowers In The Window
I rediscovered a site that started my heart beating so many years ago, so many me's ago. I remembered why, after all this time my heart is still beating.
Everyone else, after a while, bores me. I look at you, and still see someone I can come to know, and want to. There are still depths to you I have not touched.
I re-read the poem you wrote a day or two after I had to let you go to the night. I had pushed too many buttons that night, so you closed up and left, while I shuddered to think where you might wander or do.
That was the first night you kissed me (on the cheek).
