Saturday was the last I imagine, for us anyway. I still continue alone with your presence in mind and anticipate our meeting to continue where the scene was left off, but three days and three nights without such pleasure has left my mind in limbo and I can’t bring myself to tell you or ask you for such closure. I went into such intricate detail but have not yet informed you of my obvious obsession with such a delicate gift we have shared since early years of childhood. Our return was a tease and maybe my analysis of this connection was only fantasy. I felt what I wanted to feel, and saw what I wanted to see; of course I’m the only one, but you were there for a split second.
September 1, 1997