a day at the lake, a day at the beach.

I need some sort of contact with you, words are not enough, probably seeing you won't be enough either- I mean, even when I'm with you it's not enough really I feel like I want to be inside your skin- but I guess whatever we can get will have to do. I don't know if I can love you the way I think you deserve, i don't know if I can love you enough to make you truly happy, and for us both to be truly happy. I do know that you surprise me. I do know that I love being surprised by you, and by m in relation to you. I hope the sun is treating you nicely. On my part, i think i got sunburnt today. why do I write here instead of directly to you? Because though nobody reads this, I like the idea of it being out there, in public. Same reason why I really wanted to have sex in Bryant Park, i guess, or that I didn't care one bit about the huge windows in your boss' office. It's a bit of that. And a bit of letting the inside come through toward the outside, something I very much -with certain things- refrain from doing. As you know. Anyway. Love.