08-25-08| 2:22 am

you have permeated all that I do; without intending, this has become a love story.

I have never loved a human being who loved me back, did you know that? I imagine we are getting concentrically closer to that point, shrinking our circles around each other. months after months after months of circles, each one traced.

if I do this, you know, there is no going back. but the choice is made.