2003-07-11 / 3:47 p.m.

(your smile, like a drug)

I think i have done something right for once, because suddenly you grab me - in a nice, friendly way - and we are flying down the hallway, laughing. Like friends. Like co-conspirators. And it is a light and giddy feeling - as if suddenly I've found the golden key that opens the magical door that reveals the smiling, easy world in which I say I want to live.

last night ... tonight