12:37 a.m.

She went to her closet and picked out some new clothes. She looks like she is going out tonight. A little late.  Late night call I guess.

2:12 a.m.

She returned early. I don’t believe it. If I were a second late she would have caught me. I don’t want her to see me yet. You aren’t ready yet, my darling. Neither am I. I got a strand or two from her bed though. Remember how it felt there. I was touching where she sleeps. I almost laid down. I’ll be there soon, but for now, I carry her scent with me. Pretty lilac. She is so sweet.  She won’t need late night calls once I’m with her. And she won’t leave my house two hours after it’s done. I will be holding her, convincing her that she doesn’t have to leave.  She’s sweet. She’s perfect.

2:30(ish) a.m.

She’s asleep. I want to creep back in and lay with her. I ache thinking about it. But, this is it for tonight. I’m going home. Tomorrow, boy I can’t wait.