I have to write something or I will never be able to sleep in a million years, despite having taken my melatonin shortly after arriving home…which was hours ago. Since then, I have just been moving about the apartment, mostly keeping to my study and bathroom, doing things. Literally, I am a busybody tonight because what I am doing is keeping my body busy while my mind concerns itself with you. The memory of you. The reality of you in all of your kindness and sensuality.

My life is good, Craig. You are not my salvation. You are love for the sake of love. I want you because every inch of my body responds when I so much as think of you. And I think of you a lot.

8 AM cannot come soon enough.