May 17, 2007I returned to my room and picked up another one of Gaia's letters. This one was dated September 4, 2006. Not very long ago.
My journey into the past – was it still “our” past – had become more difficult and scary for me. I knew too little about her; I thought back to that day in July 2004 when I resolved to ask Gaia about her life. Worried that I would ask too much, I deferred some of the questions. I wanted to keep our time together one of intimacy and fun, not a search for real-life experiences or the unburdening of secrets or family stories.
But now I wondered if I had asked too little. I even wondered whether my failure to be inquisitive had convinced her that I wasn't really interested in a long-term relationship.
That thought made me shiver. Had my careful act of keepi
