Dear Friend,

This--- this is the beginning of my end.

I don't care who reads this, or who knows what the hell I'm talking about.

I want this documented for all--including me--to show, when all is said and done, what happened.

I will fall irrevocably in love. And I don't know where that will take me, or what my future will be. But I know it will happen.

I fear that it is already too late to stop it.

People say that your greatest gift is love; that we should embrace love. But then why is it so god damned hard to let someone else have your heart?!

Why do I fear love as if it were evil rather than part of your glory?

What do I do with all of these questions?

If I give in to this love (which god only knows, I don't believe I have a choice in the matter anymore), you have to promise me that you will watch over. That you'll keep me safe.

Safe--

God, that words sounds so peaceful, so perfect.

That's all I want:

to be safe.

Please,

Erika

Dear Friend,

Sooo you're supposed to be all-knowing, right?

How come when people walk into a stall in the bathroom and the toilet is soiled, they emit a sound of disgust and quickly go to the next stall?

Are they afraid that the poo will jump out and get them?

Do they believe that the feces is a big scary monster?

Why don't they just flush the damn thing and get on with their business?

Baffled,

Erika