|Not meant to be seen.
||[Aug. 24th, 2006|01:28 am]
It is vandalism, not art.
Had an incredible conversation with the boyfriend tonight. He discovered some recent SI, pointed out that no matter how much I am worried that he will leave, he has not done anything to support that notion. We exchanged words of endearment and devotion, and voiced our fears. Intimacy. ♥
I think there is only one other person who ever loved me as much, and it is a love that will last. (Yes, I think right now I might be able to admit that I am feeling happy.)