I’ve forgotten how beautiful it is here…I’ve missed the shroud terribly. I’ve missed having a home and people in it. Not that this home is mine, or that the people in it are techincally mine…
I invited myself over last night. I had wanted to see his house. He offered to let me stay. Twelve, that worries me. I don’t want to move to fast. I’ve done that before, let my emotions get the better of me. Better to keep it in check, I think. But he makes it so difficult sometimes. I want to know everything about him, where he came from, what he’s been doing, why he does it, what he thinks…what he thinks of me.  It’s scary, as all relationships are. I wish they were simpler. You fall in love with being with someone, maybe you fall in love with them, and then you stop. There’s no rhyme or reason. Well, sometimes there’s a reason. People get bored. Oskar got bored. Zenge got scared. I get too comfortable. You start to wonder if it’s yourself or them…you question always…
I’m rambling again. Seems to be a habit of mine. Can’t keep my thoughts straight. Anyway. The house is lovely. Small, cozy. There’s a fireplace. And a rather large tub. Oh, to have a bubble bath again! It was fantastic. I could have soaked there for ages…but I was hungry.  He made my favorite. It was delicious. Then, there was the incident with the tuna. It makes me giggle just thinking about it. His cheeks almost matched his hair!
There was no funny business, just good talk. He has a four poster bed. It’s huge…and soft. It was easy to be there, easy to fall asleep.
Para has his demons. They plague him in his sleep…crying out to be set free, writhing in pain. It saddens me that he had to endure that. Perhaps one day we can learn why.
I suppose, though, that we all have our demons. Some you can’t see at all.
I invited myself over last night. I had wanted to see his house. He offered to let me stay. Twelve, that worries me. I don’t want to move to fast. I’ve done that before, let my emotions get the better of me. Better to keep it in check, I think. But he makes it so difficult sometimes. I want to know everything about him, where he came from, what he’s been doing, why he does it, what he thinks…what he thinks of me.  It’s scary, as all relationships are. I wish they were simpler. You fall in love with being with someone, maybe you fall in love with them, and then you stop. There’s no rhyme or reason. Well, sometimes there’s a reason. People get bored. Oskar got bored. Zenge got scared. I get too comfortable. You start to wonder if it’s yourself or them…you question always…
I’m rambling again. Seems to be a habit of mine. Can’t keep my thoughts straight. Anyway. The house is lovely. Small, cozy. There’s a fireplace. And a rather large tub. Oh, to have a bubble bath again! It was fantastic. I could have soaked there for ages…but I was hungry.  He made my favorite. It was delicious. Then, there was the incident with the tuna. It makes me giggle just thinking about it. His cheeks almost matched his hair!
There was no funny business, just good talk. He has a four poster bed. It’s huge…and soft. It was easy to be there, easy to fall asleep.
Para has his demons. They plague him in his sleep…crying out to be set free, writhing in pain. It saddens me that he had to endure that. Perhaps one day we can learn why.
I suppose, though, that we all have our demons. Some you can’t see at all.