As he sleeps, I watch.
Getting closer, every night.
Tonight Blair wakes up.
He asks what is wrong.
I tell him.
I am in love with him.
Expecting Blair to laugh.
Get mad.
Move out.
But I don't expect this.
Blair kisses me.
Kissing my guide is perfect.
What took me so damn long?
He smiles and says, "I love you, Jim."
Words, meaning life to me.
Loving him has never been hard.
We can do it together.
Blair decides we should go slowly.
I can wait.
Forever.

We decide to go slow.
Who defines slowly?
I want my guide.
I need my guide.
It is taking forever.
I told Blair I could wait.
Kissing is wonderful.
But we need more.
If this keeps up, I will need to scream.
Do I want to kiss him?
Or do I want to kill him?
Oh yeah, no doubt, kissing Blair would win.
We can go slowly.
So much in love.
Perfect.
Again.