I long to see you. Back in the city. It hurts me now just thinking about it. Walking beside you through the park, always to end up back at your place, where your cat awaits. The prospect of waking up next to you. Watching you dress for work the next day. Brushing last night’s dinner from our teeth. Making love. You already feel like you’re mine. But then again I think you really aren’t. There’s still so much I’m learning about myself next to you. I want to put that aside and lie next to you. I simply want to be near you, just for another night. For many nights, maybe even every night. I’m trying to be brave, to open up and know more than everything I’ve known up to this point. All this anger and frustration, the refusal to grow up, at least until I met you. It’s been painful, but I feel better for it. More real, alive, honest with myself. Some days I don’t think I can do it. Some days I don’t want to. And still I’m doing it.