Arrr Hrrr Trrr Crrr

I spent 7 hours talking to him, and that wasn't enough.

If only a toll booth could create and inbetween time or a mystic box appear around us so that time wouldn't move or that the fairies would create a bubble of time around that space just so I could spend more time with him.
Maybe then... it would be easier.

But that one word, the slang word for affection...

I must not use it.
I must not use it.
I must not use it.

Because if I do it again... and it doesn't work... I don't know if I will again. The scars of my past are deep and tender. Before now... before I knew who I was.

But it is very much worth the wait.

And I will wait for the right time to console him, to comfort him, to let him know that there is absolutly one person in the world who _ him for everything that he is and will be. There is one person who will do whatever it takes. And that person will know him.

And to know you... is to...