Journal,
I talked to her on the phone all night again. I can’t stop thinking of her. She fills everything, she fills everything. I can’t wait to even hold her hand again and whisper my love, profess I guess I should say my love for her and tell her that it’s okay and that we can have a nice life with God together. We can share stories and kisses by candles and we can dream for the future. But I guess I should take it slow and not scare her, people can get afraid of me and my calling. Real slow, real slow. I will love her over stretched time as if she were a rose and I was a drop of water hanging off her lips fighting against the impedance of gravity.
So a rose for her then.///