The REAL story

[judecorp]

You know what I loved? When we were walking around your little suburban neighborhood with the dog. Hee. There go the freaks arm in arm, walking Elvis. The fact that he was too strong for you, of course, was simply adorable. I need a big dog.

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Remember when you said I don't challenge myself? That I'm too hung up on "safe?" You're right. Do you have any suggestions?

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I hope you don't get strep throat. ;)

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I missed your hipbone very much. VERY much. And your wonderful fingernails. And the way my knees fit into the concaves on either side of your waist when I kneel over you. And your kisses.

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I'm glad you liked my very high school antics of smooching you at your back door under the light. I'm glad your next door neighbor and the house connected to your back yard could see. I caught them staring.

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I'm sorry about Saturday night. Do you know how hard it was, even all those hours later on Sunday, to say I wanted a hug? I have /such/ a hard time asking for things like that. I'm surprised I even got it out. My heart was in my throat. I wish you had just come over and hugged me.

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Thank you for all of the facetime conversations. They were the highlight of my trip. Although the wine in the backyard was nice, too. And I even got to grunt and pull the cork out! Hee.

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I wish you'd been able to read me the haikus you sent in person. Goodness. Very saucy. In unkind morning / Seeing my unbusied hands / I cursed on this day / A thousand silken touches / Neglected in September

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"Because my hero has a hero" is what you wrote on my Kerouac book. Short and poignant. Thank you for knowing me so well.

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I miss the way you hold me. I miss the way you smile. I'm sorry I'm not better at goodbyes.

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I wish I could still feel the heat of histamine up and down my back.