Dear Diary..

I was going to tell you about this new obsession of mine..
We are past the turbulent early moments,
when you examine the balance sheet of
opinions and prejudices and have begun
to explore each other.. that most intamate verbal art.

Lets see.. He has a sharp and attentive mind not
given to easy answers. He has a great sense of humor,
(Is that because he thinks I'm funny?) and is soo cool, but soo NOT stuck on himself.

Love is like drama, everything is at stake, everything can happen,
the center shifts and things, which have come to decorate the
margins of our lives, can be embraced. The psycological interior
rearranged. So it is with me now.

I must learn a greater detachment. I am far too willing to give emotional credit
to this guy I have only known for weeks. Whatever graceful tension I have
managed to achieve between innocence and experience fades in the clinch and
like a medieval magician, trying to capture the immense sea with a single spell,
I long to steal a kind of happiness I know I'm not even slightly ready for.

I suppose I'm just a fool for love!    =)

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