I wish I could put into words all of the things I'm feeling. I have neither the time nor the ability. My head is not in the clouds, there are no butterflies in my stomach, the sense of something new and intriguing and so forth has worn off.

Underneath that is something amazingly beautiful. Someone who sees me, rather than what they want to see or expect to see. Someone who understands that physical touch is merely an echo, a vague and shallow representation of what exists.

No matter how I write it, it won't sound quite right to me. So I think I'll simply stop.