9/2/97 - Dreams of Her Mellifluous Voice.

     The phone guy must've been in the
     neighborhood today and decided he'd stop
     over to see if we needed a line.  He took
     his time, certainly.  6:30PM was about the
     time my line was put in.  I'd been inside
     all day waiting for that man.  Even missed
     a class.  I DON'T MISS CLASSES.

     Appointments are suggestions.

     I've also been trying to quote fares for
     a plane flight from Dallas to Stockholm
     for the Christmas.  All this while trying
     to get whatever online time I can.  It's
     a good thing travel agencies and airlines
     have 800 numbers.

     Anyway, I am EXTREMELY pleased -- I found
     a cheap flight to Stockholm for the days
     I requested.  I'm going to order it
     tomorrow, so it's not sealed and done with
     yet.  But it's pretty damn close.

     Two and a half weeks or so I'll be with
     Anna in Stockholm.  Can you ask for a
     better Christmas than one spent with an
     absolutely ravishing young woman who can
     love you devotedly, reduce your arguments
     to babbly exercises in hypocrisy, and
     seduce you with her perfect body?  No
     other Christmas I've ever had has even
     come close to this.  And it hasn't even
     happened yet.

     I'm so terribly looking forward to this.
     Being separated after the week we spent
     was like plucking a white, graceful swan
     from its lake and tossing it into a harsh,
     godforsaken desert to die.  I just don't
     belong elsewhere except with her.  I
     don't feel as alive except when I'm with
     Anna.  She transforms me.  She shows me
     who I really am.

     And who I am is someone who loves what
     he loves more so than anyone else.  I am
     very passionate about that which I care
     about.  My love is not fleeting, not
     a day which disappears to black night,
     only to reappear, refreshed, for a
     different woman or day.  My love keeps
     growing for Anna.  I don't lose the
     energy to do things for her, to make
     her feel like she's the most loved
     woman in the world.  It's been quite
     a few months since we first met, and
     still the original passion is there.

       "A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
        Its loveliness increases; it will
            never
        Pass into nothingness; but still
            will keep
        A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
        Full of sweet dreams, and health,
            and quiet breathing."

                                 -Keats

     This, I think, is another sign that we
     have something few others do.  We bask
     in the success, we learn from all that
     which we are experiencing for the first
     time:  love.

     This is not just Anna and me.  This is
     a completely new stage in my life.  My
     education continues, this relationship
     bringing me feeling and warmth and
     compassion.  Such wealth mined from
     our love, like gold!

     I didn't get to talk to Anna earlier
     but for a few minutes, as I had to make
     sure we got the phone guy's calls, should
     he make any.  I still feel bad if I can't
     talk to Anna every day.  I still feel
     empty and a bit uncertain, not knowing
     how she, the vital part of myself, is
     doing.  Always is that fair-skinned
     woman with long, elegant hair in my mind.

     O, were she in my long arms, pressed
     against my loving heart, warm and safe and
     happy, instead!

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