found this in my journal. forgot i'd written it.
i hate how forgetful i am.
"i haven't spoken with you in awhile. when i don't talk to my friends- dear friends- for too long, they stop being so dear to me. look at ____ and ______ and _______.
i suppose, it's the same with you. in this book, this very book itself, i penned down dreams and aspirations and visions i once saw so clearly, revelations from you i heard so clearly.
in this very book, i have journal-ed and pondered and meditated after an intense experience in your showers of anointing. just a mere few weeks ago, i soaked in your presence like it was the most natural thing in the world.
just a few months ago i was so besotted and intoxicated and in love with you, i heard you with that much clarity and you were mine. you were truly, truly mine, and it showed. i know it showed, but now i don't want to live in the past, and i don't want to live in this present present i have, either.
i have come because i would love to make it right, all of it. i want to breathe you in, so deeply, and so fully, until i am totally filled, until it overflows and until your being seeps out of mine. so, i have come.
i hope, i hope. i hope you'll see it, and show up, and come be with me."
still, i hold to that.