My Journal – July 16, 2004, morningI've returned to my own room while you shower and get ready for the day. So I get to take a few minutes and inscribe some thoughts and memories of you while you're busy.
Although writing about our time together won't really be necessary. Everything about you is seared into my memory. But since I started this journal I can't seem to leave it incomplete.
Gaia, who are you?! You're amazing, wonderful, beautiful, and so passionate. I don't think this is just Positano talking, although I have to admit that the wonder of this place has ramped up my perceptions of pleasure. But, no, it's you.
Today, I want to find out more about you. I know your voice, your eyes, your smile, even the funny crease that deepens in your cheeks when you laugh out loud. And I've d
