why P. hasn't appeared
The danger in admitting to yourself how good you have it is, of course, that at that moment the fear will creep in - insidiously - that you will some day lose it, as you've gained and lost everything else. I've been trying hard not to write about my current relationship. Memorializing relationships with poetry and journal entries has historically been the kiss of death. Why spend my time writing something I'll only erase later? Or will want to.