i think too much i'm pretty sure.

i think about the future and the hopes and love and comfort and amazements i have to look forward to. with you.

i think about disappointing. a lot. the fleets-through of ideas about how any one will be disappointed in any thing i've done or want to do.

i think about the 'at last' touch. and the final first kiss i'll need. and then a lifetime of learning.

i think the tears will flood my soul until i can get back to you.

i think about the disconnect between what i want my life to be and what i'm living in now.

i think i'm tired and i want a brand new world.

i wish writing these things down would free me of them. but now they're tied to me forever.