9/10/98
am.
well he showed up at my door as i was writing…
9/10/98
jonathan,
you’re wonderful. and i honestly don’t know that i’ve ever met anyone, and grown to care for them, quite so quickly. i wish i had stopped myself, held my guard where i usually hold it.
i’m all about the take it easy. i’m always so good with crossing the bridge when i get there. i’ve never expected or demanded of people within a month of meeting them. then, i’d never been with you before.
this really hurts. to feel weighed against someone, to feel evaluated against someone else… i’ve always preferred to stand on my own ground.
like walking into that place where everyone knows you, and you’re the One. i like to shine in someone’s eyes.
to love the time spent
but to hurt substantially
and i can’t do this
i’m sorry. another time.