January 23, 2003 (idea)

I'm drinking. Shocking.

I'm on the knife's edge between bliss and determined misery. You're reticent, worried about the stamina of my sincerity. So I wrote you this email. And I sent it before I could think twice.

I was thinking about you tonight.

I can get shy about how I feel. But I thought you should know.

I want you.

And that's not going to fade, or change.

Unless you want it to.