We are secrets to each other
Each one's life a novel
No one else has read
Even joined in bonds of love
We're linked to one another
By such slender threads
We are planets to each other
Drifting in our orbits
To a brief eclipse
Each of us a world apart
Alone and yet together
Like two passing ships Feelings and distance can coexist. It's not always easy, of pretty, or even sane, but friendship, love, hate and lust can all stretch way beyond the immediate senses.This is the diary of a fantasy made all too urgent and real. It's here because after a certain point, every dream demands substance. Before you know it, you find out that every thought of the other is a demand for touch. The holding of a warm hand, the quiver of a faint, sleeping breath on one's shoulder, the smooth flutter and squeeze of her pussy walls around you, a quick, borderline-innocent grope in a public place.
As you read it, that touch is closer than it's ever been to coming to pass, and still it's not nearly close enough. These words are here to both lessen the anxiety until that meeting happens...and to make every second feel like a geological age.
