We told each other tonight.

We also agreed that, on my trip to Edmonton we'd think about "just being friends".

It is now one-oh-five. I miss him already. I miss his nose on my neck and his eyes with his curly lashes, and I miss his muscles and his hugs and the smoothness of his skin on his arms and his back.

I do.

When I'm with him, I feel like there are good people on earth, and that the battle between good and bad has been won by good. I feel comfortable. MIschievious. Protected. I feel so good.

I want to tell him that, already.