Melting Away

Diary | Age 16 | Tacoma

I had the most lovely day. I live for such times. My mother, Eva, and Quincy left around 12:00 for Seattle and Michael arrived about a half hour after. For the past several days he has been running over in the morning - it's wonderful.

And how can I describe my day without sounding - hm... I don't know. It was fucking incredible - absolutely religious.

Michael is amazing and I think perhaps I am one of the most fortunate people on this planet. Every moment I spend with him I love him more and more. He is so perceptive, so gentle and warm. He is beautiful, and so loving. I would do anything for my Michael - absolutely anything. He will always be my love.

When he smiles - I feel my insides melting away and when he kisses me... He makes me feel good and right.

Not so much "complete" for I think he has always been with me somehow. Just as though it always was and is meant to be. I don't regret a single thing. Why would I - it is good, it is right. It makes me happy, and it pleases my Michael. We are for each other. It is as it should be and I love it.

Always, Sera (16)

P.S. Michael - I love you, I love you, I love you.

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My Physical Relationship

Diary | Age 16 | Tacoma

Please, if you read this, do not think that I am a silly little fool. Please know that I do tend to make more of things than there may be. But recently I have been pondering - well - Michael's (my darling love) and my physical relationship.

So far it has been wonderful. Somewhat gradual, intimate, mutual, and quite loving. Very, very cool. I am so comfortable with my Michael. But how far do I want it to go right now?

To tell you the truth I would love to have Mike be my first one. So far he has been (with all else). But somehow, inside, I know that it would be best if we waited. No, not 'til we're married - and I don't mean a week, or whatever. Just wait until we have reached that point of total comfort and trust.

I love Michael so much and want the best for both of us. Does this all sound right? How can I tell him this without sounding like a prude? I mean, I truly want it as much as he does. I can be ready, perhaps I am ready. But I want to be sure. And I want to take things slow. I want it to be perfect. It will be.

Love, Sera

P.S. Michael - you mean everything to me.

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