09-07-07| 3:08 pm

A friend tells me her experience. She has dated men who have told her they loved her, told her she would be the girl they marry. The mother of their children. Men who've broken up with her days later, who only meant those words at that moment.

'This is yours,' he whispers to me. He is not talking about his heart.
'For now.' I reply.
'It always has been.' I wish he was talking about his heart. These words are so close to precious and yet I don't let myself treasure them until hours after we have parted. I wait until I am alone and then I let them warm me, foolishly.

Some of what I am telling you is fictionalized. I have never lived a real life. What is the difference? I have lost track.