I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I can feel the heat building. Slowly at first, but I want you continually closer. Even if our ribs are pressed together and the air cannot enter my lungs, I still want closer. I can feel the heat building. There isn’t much control left anymore & I scarecely know what is going on. But God do I want to continue without thinking. Just to not think. I can feel the heat building. I can’t sleep anymore, I don’t think I need to anymore. I don’t need much of anything anymore. You make me stronger, because I don’t have to worry about you. I can feel the heat building. It’s keeps getting hotter and hotter. I’m sweating now, I think, I’m not so sure. It’s a dreaming reality that I’ll really only partly remember tomorrow, that’s how I know it was good. Maybe that will all be like that tomorrow. Right now though, I feel the heat building.

Pretty hot entry there, no pun intended. This time in my life was definitely a very passionate one for me physically. God, it’s awesome having a new girlfriend.