Let's just… be.

What if we found a place, and a time…

Once a week? Every other? Neither would be nearly enough, but…

Just somewhere…

Neutral.

Doesn't have to be so sordid as a hotel room.
Unless we wanted…

But really, just…

Somewhere we could just… 
Be.
Be ourselves.
Freely.
Talk.
Openly.
About anything.
Everything.

Maybe hold hands a bit…
If you wanted.

And sure, if maybe one of the things we talked about was somewhere quieter to retreat to sometimes…

Well.

sigh

Baby, I could happily propose a place.

It's time that's gonna be a bitch. For both of us, I'm sure.

You… so busy with work.
Me… barely able to leave the house on my own.

(side note: yeah… almost let slip a “tell me about it…” when you mentioned the only way your situation works… maaaaaybe best I kept that one in, though, given the present company…)

But, baby, I'm ready to blur some more lines if you are.

Just gotta figure out how the fuck that smudge tool works in Photoshop…

So gimme a minute… and we'll see what happens.

Either way, god I love you. You really… are gonna get tired of me sayin' this, but you really, really have no fuckin' idea…

So goddamn yours…

Me.