11-08-02 - 8:56 p.m.
today at the lake, isolated from the world by wind and rain, my car was a haven. he wears his age like a worn leather glove; i wear my childish, exuberant heart on my sleeve, unable to keep my hands and emotions to myself. in kodak moments like these, i dare to imagine an honest life together as we finish our make-believe love story in real time. no furtive, stolen kisses in the shadow of his other life. no guilt, because g is a ghost, a forgettable distraction in his cosmic search for me...
he wanted to fill my gas tank and buy lunch. after some domestic bickering about independence and obligation, i gave in and let him. go me.