I feel like I’d like to start over again and read this backwards.

To see you go from a wonderfully pleasurable lonely sleep (a sleep that I know all too well and miss dearly; slow nights on business trips are pleasant reminders of the awesomeness of being alone) to a sleep with a someone who excites you to such a degree that you don’t want to sleep – together or alone :)

Do you ever wonder if it’s only the dumb (naturally or by their own decision) among us that can let the guard down, open up the gates, and let that army of another’s emotion – double-edged sword infantry and all – into our heart? I made my choice to be dumb long ago, and my decision was proven as such over and over again.

it was hard at first, and hard again each time I started over again. But I’d choose to be dumb – learning how to let go and forcing myself to sleep soundly next to someone I might lose in the future – again and again. If only because it makes the next time sweeter.

Writing about it now, I’m wondering if it really is stupidity, or if it’s actually rather practical in a way? Love is the ultimate teacher.

Actually, it’s not so much as a teacher as a class you take where you’re the only student, and the blackboard is replaced with a room-sized mirror. (See what I did there?)

I’m sure your dad was an enlightened man from the love that he experienced.

Having said this, I’m still young. And that lovely double-edged sword infantry is already in my heart. They rode in on Trojan horses long ago and are now citizens of the city. I’m sure they’re waiting to strike one day when I’m much older.

Do you think we should worry about that now?

Thanks for triggering these thoughts my friend.