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breathing room ~ November 5, 2001 - 11:22 p.m. I kissed him goodbye, got on my motorcycle, and rode to oakland. I'll see you when I see you, I told him. no promises, no reassurances. but I do believe that I'll be back. for now it's important that I'm here, at ariana and andre's house. andre is ariana's beautiful lover, and the two of them have taken me in, filled me up with love, given me a place to rest from the struggles. there's a bit of a scorched-earth feel to my emotions at the moment, but I'm healing. I needed to give myself the space. the space to leave without promising to come back. needed to know that the door was open if I should decide that this all is, after all, too much. I do love him; I left to give myself the possibility of staying. possibilities. all I know for now is that I'm in a good place. that I have hope. that things can only get better from here. I still believe in the things we've dreamed of, but I know that things are going to have to change if we're going to get there from here. I left him on the doorstep, bouncing with energy and will to action. hope. we'll see. for now I am in the healing arms of beautiful women, one of whom knows me better than just about anyone on this planet. not a bad place to be.
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