Conversation

It really bites that I have to keep this little secret. I am sitting here trying to work, and all I can do is think of how much I want to see you. What the hell is wrong with me? It has been over twenty years. You probably aren't even the same person any more. I sure as heck am not. We have separate lives, and might not even like each other any more. So why am I so wrapped up in this?

Is this the end? Is that why it has become so important to me? Have I become old, and afraid of dying alone? Or is there something happening on your end, that has touched me?

Why don't I know?

Why is June so far away?