December 28, 2005

• So far, so good. He is getting along spectacular with my father, which
  could either be really good or really bad. I’m thinking *really good*.
  I wish he would touch me more, though, you know? That loving kind of
  touch, the hold-you-forever-and-never-want-to-let-go touch, the
  constant caress. He’s just not like that, I understand. But, sometimes,
  a touch is all I need to know he loves me. The distance somehow made it
  a little easier to say such hard things as “I love you”, and “I miss
  you”, and “I can’t stand being without you”; we are in here, now, in
  this moment together – and we haven’t said any of those things to the
  degree we usually have. Sometimes, it is a little disheartening, but
  it’s just life. And I still believe he’s the love of my life.

  Huge post at the end of this week, so be prepared. It’s gonna be emotional.

  Love to you all.

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