It happened again. I am not sure of her feelings, she is not sure of mine - we stumble around the point, gradually drawing closer until we fall into an awkward embrace. Our lips meet. I awaken - heart racing - shocked from sleep by the impossibility of it. The moment gone - I try to achieve it once more by turning over and going back to sleep, but it doesn't come. I hate when things stop just when they are getting good.
Tuesday 19 October 1999
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