I think I am in love. No, this time it’s serious. I’ve caught
the disease and can’t get rid of it. I patiently weight for the other to notice.
I sound like a stalker. I need him to know. He needs to know. I don’t think it’s
healthy for either one of use to live any longer without being aware without
knowing the opportunity that lies before us. He is mine. Somewhere in my existence
I lost him but he is found. He cannot remember me, where it all began, but this
connection is not mistaken. Here, he is here.
My heart rate climbs we look at one another and....
