now, i think it's time we tell everyone the text i held in trembling hands as my eyes scanned over the wonderous words you had written to me. when i thought you wanted me. when i thought we could've been more than a gust of warm wind over the ocean. i'm not sure what i feel as i read it now, but it's not what i felt all those years ago the first time you touched me without your hands, but with the words, you wrote on the paper on the bedside table using the pen provided. shaky hands and a shy smile, spilled ink submitted me to you.
