April 15, 2007
He threw books on my lap and gave me one to borrow, quizzed me. He jolted and I twirled his hair and watched his smile as I kissed him. The fish tank upstairs was clear, cloudy before. I cleaned up his brothers kitchen for him, and went downstairs to gather my laundry. I didn't want to leave but knew it was inevitable, so I took one of his shirts with me. "I love you, too." Followed by space and acceptance some time will elapse. "I look forward to having my own space." So do I. Call me after the flight.