I feel it again. I probably should not have written that letter saying the way I feel. Maybe it was not very wise. But I promised. What else could I write about? I remember you over and over again, your skin against mine, your arms caressing me, your lips on my neck.. I'm sorry but I take it all seriously. Too seriously. That is the way I am. The way I live and the only way I can live. You wouldn't answer, I know. Sometimes I guess I know too much. What would you do? just dismiss it. It is the way you are. Nothing to change about it. That is why I am sitting now alone and cold, not feeling myself, staring at the computer. Tomorrow it will all be O.K. I'll get busy doing hundreds of things. Show must go on.

I know what you will do. Press delete. Easy enough for you. I don't regret anything. Today I regret everyone.