The more we get to know each other, the more we learn about who we are when we’re not in bed, on the kitchen floor, in the shower, the greater the risk we have of going to a place where… where I’m just not sure I can pass into any more. Lost my passport some time ago.
I don’t know how much to tell you about that, yet. I want to keep things light. I don’t want us to think too many hours beyond our hours together.
This could get dangerous. I hope you realize that.
I guess I’m not sure which of us is more at risk here.
Or maybe I do know what’s at risk, but I’d rather not deal with it right now. That’s okay, isn’t it?
I guess if I really believed it were okay, I wouldn’t be writing to you here.