...just feel very in love, it might pass in a day or two, but I just need to write about him.
I went to see him today and felt so warm, near him...as though I could sit down there in the sun, beside him, and never ever come home again.
I feel like I could go anywhere with him. It was so hard not to reach out, and hold on to him, touch his woollen sweater, feel his strength and calm through my skin
I know in his eyes there is something, but it might not be love...we are friends, he likes me, I like him, it's more than the usual thing but he's holding out for the woman who reminds him of his mother, and I understand that...he waited for me, once, and now I'm waiting for him. One day perhaps we'll both be available at the same time!
I just so wanted to take him into the house, and lie down with him.
Can you sustain a friendship where this is so frequently the case? He looks at me with some kind of meaning, and he is there for me sometimes - though I know he isn't ready yet, I think one day he will be mine.
It's a nice feeling though.