2004-06-06 - 6:16 a.m.

AM wrote me a love letter of sorts, referring to me in the 3rd person. My heart felt stretched after I read it. We both cause each other pain, doomed non-lovers, wild animals trapped in separate cages, unfed, ungroomed, unloved.

I think about him too much. I think about the next time I get to touch him, the next time I can rest my head on his heart and feel it quicken, just by the simple act of being nearby.

I am saddened when I shut my eyes. My imagination is far too powerful.

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