Personal Log: Stardate 49514.8
I, uh— I felt the need to make a log about this, but I— I don't know what to say, where to begin. A moving speech, perhaps? Or maybe a sonnet? Anything to make this soliloquy to no one seem as incredible as you make me feel.
The last log I recorded was the one I made for you, Captain... Kathryn.
You know, even after all that happened last night, I'm still not quite used to calling you 'Kathryn.' It makes no sense. You asked me to. But, I have to admit, it will take some time to get used to.
Still, in quiet moments when I'm alone and thinking of you, I want to say it over and over. Kathryn. The way your name feels on my tongue— there aren't words to describe it. It makes me need you even more than I already do.
How is that possible?
I keep thinking that it was a dream. I think, if I were to glance at the chronometer right now, it would tell me that I've just woken up from my half-day rest after spending the night with you in sickbay.
But it's real. You watched my logs, just as I asked you to. You understand why I did what I did, and you don't hold it against me. You came to dinner, gave me your trust, and told me that you love me, too.
And my bedroom still smells like your perfume.
This morning, we talked some about how our working relationship may be affected by this new development in our personal relationship. Honestly, I was a little worried that, once the moment was over, you'd pull away from me for duty. These conflicts of duty and personal are something we'll have to address soon, but I believe we can make it work.
What I know is that I love you and you love me back. Right now, that's all I need.