You’re a very interesting subject. I spent the weekend. I didn’t think I should, and I wasn’t going to. But I knew I wanted to, so I did. I am wreckless caution. Or am I cautious wrecklessness? It gets blurry here.

I suppose I don’t realize the age difference until we’re with your friends for long periods. I realize I just want to be with you. The blunts going around don’t bother me one bit…I’m loving these feelings and the way I’m stretching. I’m more concerned that I cannot connect to the hands passing the blunts.

I just remember sitting next to you, moving fast in that car with them. Passing blunts and hearing that amazing music and you sitting beside me, dancing with your arms. That feeling. And just wanting to be alone with you in bed all day and night. But there are things in your life I’d need to work around. I’m still uncompromising. 

So maybe we should slow down before coming to a stop. But still, I’m stretching. I have stretched. You’ve helped me step out of myself so much. Maybe that’s more important.