E. Love.

You've been my little secret for the past few weeks. Dying to introduce you, the idea of you to friends, maybe even family. But tentative in my careful way because although we know our details, the intimate and not so intimate ones. It's still a virtual checklist. Part truth and part imagined truth that fills in the gaps that technology has left out. You have me, my mind, my body, sort of trapped in fiber optic bliss. It's all so close and all so distant. At once every ounce of me wants to give up to you, lay with you and hold on to you. And yet I hold back. Barely. Reticent. On guard. Defender of my heart, just in case.