dear_you andru235 dear you, how are things? sorry i haven't written. i have always been a fan of your nostrils, amongst other things. well, have a nice day andru235 050607 ... a girl across the fields. I'm through, sir. 050607 ... kyree I'm not going to let you. Fuck with his mind that is. 050621 ... no reason you seem like someone i could very much miss. after all, i miss you when you're here, even though you're not. not really. 060720 ... anon-i-must I need you close, even if we don't touch I need something of you you you I miss you its been less then a week and I already look back on the day that will never happen again. we stumble upon each other and hell if I'm not going to make it happen just one more time. subtle or not. 070602 ... rhin Dear ____, I just want you to know that I know exactly what you were up to with him. ...and with I. Although I am honored that I was chosen, I have to say that it almost destroyed my soul as a consequence. If this is what you are up to again, I beg you to reconsider. I will not feel so honored......as a matter of fact it will just re-confirm what I already believe. Please don't assume just a monstrous role. Choose one of compassion and mercy instead and leave me be. 130710 ... waiting still After many years of bearing a secret, we are unburdened. We listened, watched, nodded. Breath held, peering into the new space where our mutual wants are no longer just flitting thoughts, over analyzed accidental connections. We confessed, fumbled in that moment, relieved to be free from wondering. We are now linked, with both want, and a new hesitation. There are no easy paths for us to be free to explore. We have confirmed the want only, with how still mired in reality. Our hope was to confess and be relieved. Now, more entangled, a multitude of tethering complexities unfolds. It was nearly nothing in these past years to endure simple desire, which could be kept largely silent behind a firewall of doubt. Desire is now alight, and it is silent know more. It is as storm with no outlet. With a bridge now built, the chasm of our circumstances becomes a real threat, not an irrelevant measurement. How do we safely navigate this? Can we use this bridge safely, feel and touch and speak our hearts desires, then journey back? Neither of us wants the utter destruction that would come from a fall, from the now shared secret leaking outside our stressed embrace. We are close as we walk. The whole town could be watching, is a causal brush to be noticed, interpreted, and revealed to all? How much connection will seem normal still. How many of the sleepless hours will urgently focus on this newly enabled hope. This confession and confirmation brings us together, to a single plane. We have real overlap, our vibrations affect the other directly. It is living, straining, storming. Can our connection grow again? How will we pass through the danger to enjoy more of each other? I am afraid we will never, as the risks are alarming and so complete. How easy the solitary longing seems now, as we spin and wait, suspended again. We are together, have found a better bond in our improved, deeply knowing separation. Waiting. Wondering. Still unresolved. 181213 what's it to you? who go blather from