Dear Journal:

I want to wake up next to him smiling with warm rays of sunshine bathing his body in various shades of color. I want to see him. Touch him. Feel him. Be with him. I want to lie down to sleep with him and never leave that euphoric place. I want that love to continue forever. I want to be held in his strong arms and I want to hold him in my arms.

I want this and the world. Time and distance is what seperates us now. But that consistant urge, that consistant want continues to power my lustful struggle. I'll make love to you, like you want me to. I'll hold you tight, baby all through the night. I'll make love to you when you want me to, when you tell me to.

God. I'm such a hopeless romantic. You know who you are if you're reading this. I need you. I want you. I love you.

Good Night!