May 3, 2004
You danced with someone who was not me. You know I am a jealous person, and I'm working on that -- I promise -- but the fact still remains. You asked me if I dance with guys at clubs when you are not present. I don't. I dance with girls, in circles. Sure, I get drinks from guys, but I never touch them. What scares me, my love, is that you seem to have no idea why I feel the way I do. You didn't last night, and you haven't before. I need to impress upon you the gravity of your actions.