Two deleted emails for me to remember.

[TooManyIdeas]

I just realized that I need to chill until you get back from your trip. Of course! Sometimes it takes me a while to look at these things through the proper lens, especially because I just Want. A lot. It can really block my vision and sensibility if I let it. I really do have some gifts and thoughts and ideas for you that I can't, but will, patiently, wait to give. I so want you to have a wonderful trip, with lots of fun and romance and pleasure--and nothing diverting on your mind or in your path--for both of you. The thought of this honestly gives me pleasure! You probably already know I'm a little odd this way.


I wrote a poem. Won't send it. It would be too wasteful, obviously.
I laughed or smiled all day at work yesterday, just thinking of you and your rude and irreverent truths. I am buying you a beer on Tuesday night because I want to listen to you think. I want to drink you in. I know you will not refuse. You have your rules, after all.