Today, I saw a mirror of myself and he's hurting badly.

Today, I helped to maintain the balance.

Today, I filled my head with Darcy and Donald Trump red ties and beautiful basques from Macy's.

Today, I remembered how I felt when Floyd Fan looked at me for the first time.

Today, I yearned for him again and felt his body over mine, deeply inside me, nestling into my neck, my hair, falling into the scent of my perfume.

Today, I cursed my feelings of entrapment with life and location.

Today, I did not open my Inbox on that email address for that site!

Today, I realised how my life is amazingly double or triple or more and each section is sealed away until I command it to make an appearance; hidden for protection and for love.

Today, I wondered what all other blog people were thinking as they drove to work; did they ever think about each other away from the computer screen?

Today, I read beautiful words.

Today, I missed him more.

Today, I know we will be once more entwined when the patience has lasted its course; the interval ends; the ice cream melts; the lights dim; the curtain slowly lifts...and so , Act 2 commences.