12-16-04| 1:56 am

At first I was hesitant. You touch too much, absent-minded strokes and pats (I notice every one) and I was convinced your mind was fixed upon the girl next door (it might have been.) I was hesitant; I spent more time watching you than talking to you.
You were a mystery to me but I am piecing this together. You are candid: you see the truth even when I am stuck in my own altered reality. At times, I will admit, I am surprised by what you notice.
Others are beginning to waver but I am seeking you out; your truth is becoming a drug, your reality is becoming my air and I am breathing breathing breathing, I am playing with your fingers as you esily handle whatever I throw at you. Soon I will know everything.