02.03.05

4:24 p.m.

oh god, guy. get out of here with that cellphone. let me be with the bridge. i want to be alone and tranquil. i want to be quiet. i don't want to hear you.

you should have seen us last night. us, rapped up in each other like pretzels, shivering. watching our breath. the glow from the streetlights playing with that gleam in her eyes. kissing.

i love her. there, i've said it. i love her.

i've been trying to catalog her mannerisms. i've been trying to remember and root out. i've been trying to get to the things that make her, her.

i've been trying. i need desperately to get it down and make you understand the things that she does to me without even trying.

i need you to understand how i feel when she looks at me. you have no idea. you have no idea how i feel.

i feel as thought i am about to explode. most of the time. most of the time i feel as though i am about to explode. what it is, is that i love her.

what it is, is that i hold her head in my hands and feel her lips against my thumb and i know that i have everything right there. right there, that nothing else matters for that one brief instant.

what it is, is that i want to take pictures of bridges and skyscrapers and show them to you and say, 'look. this is how i feel.'

look, this is how i feel:

i feel like a creation of man. one that can stand up against time and nature, year after year. one that will always be there.

this is how i feel. strong, and of steel.

this is how i feel.

i love her.