"Wow.
Ain't gonna be able to capture all that in any kind of journal entry.
Nope.
On my way back home from my visit with this beautiful person and in that beautiful place, my feeling had been that I might as well come back here and make a journal entry that just said something to the effect, of, ""Wow. Okay, I'm out, now, and all done, here.""
I have no idea why we both thought it'd be so easy to stay back from one another, even as we embraced; I really don't. No idea why we kidded each other and ourselves that that would be oh so possible.
No matter what it looked or looks like from the outside, I was, indeed, convinced, by the time I embarked upon the trip up that that would be both possible and would be the eventuality.
I was so wrong, and I am so glad.
Not because I/we ended up having sex, though - but because I have a feeling about how things might have felt last night, and this morning, and in the days to come, had we not. Maybe I am only privy to that feeling, however, because of the fact we did - after all, otherwise it'd be just a lifeless dream of what might have been, instead of the warm vibrant facts of what is.
We made it all the way to just before dawn.
Mkay, though, I was right at the subject line, at the ""omg"": there ain't no way I'm going to be able to capture in any substantial essence even a small fraction of what our 15-hour visit with each other was, consisted of, meant, means, or might mean.
A summary?
K.
""How old was I when you came?""
""2_"" (there's a whole number gets inserted at the blank line)
I'd say that about sums it all up, yup.
Single word summary?
""Totality.""
But yes, I could write forever.
I better soonly get started on that."