Tuesday
October 21, 1997
St Kilda

its a slow steady thing. a bright burning thing. something of yours and something of mine. a meeting of eerily similar minds. the lying together of too long parted bodies. the swift and sure declarations of love. the soft sweet whispers of paramour. an expression of what has been and what is to come. the knowing of thought and deed. a lack of expectation. a privellege of acceptance. a blink in time. a stolen moment stretched to its limit. face reflecting face. thoughts following mirrored pathways. sameness in a word a phrase. sameness in an appreciation. similarity of ideal and of aesthetic. destined. fated. meant to be.

I love you because I'm meant to love you. I love you because I've always known you. I love you because unlike any other you are almost me. I love you because you are closed off and unreachable. I love you because you are open and honest. I love you because you are generous and kind. Giving and loving. I love you for your thoughts and ideas. I love your quiet thoughtfulness, your dedication to perfection, and your committment to doing things properly. I love you because I see me in you. I love you because I see someone so different, yet so complimentary. I love you because I can.

My friend Nancy is having an affair. She's planning to leave her husband. She met her new man in the mental hospital. She has been diagnosed as suffering from Borderline Personality Disorder.

I miss my man in Darwin. Too many weeks until he's back.