Entry 3.04/97
Dean and I… we were born to be together. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's my journal, my thoughts, my cheese… so suck it up!
It's like my whole life, before I reached his hands, was one continuous curtain of thick, gray fog, a waiting limbo while I waited for him to be ready to be mine… waiting for me to be his.
His hands are gentle on my steering wheel, his feet sure and steady on my pedals and the things he does to my valves… the man has magic on his fingertips.
I'm happy as a school bus.