I have been neglecting this outlet much; wanted to reserve it for the deepest confessions but then I decided to resort to the abyss of my mind or to settle it in the nick of time. My more reluctant updates are all settled here:
because monophonic kills. I seemed to be more relax in having more publicity with whatever I am writing, even though I do realize that it limits my parameters on things. Sigh. What to do, the price I'd pay.
I revert to this journal back just to reread the last important events that I truly wrote it here: how we got together. It's going to be eleven months. Too fast, right? One year since we've met. This is deafening.
But what am I here to say?
I love him?
Maybe that's just it.