[internet cafe] private entry

[Private Entry]

It wasn't that long ago that I decided never to tie my happiness to another person.

So why am I so willing to do it again? Particularly for him?

The strange part of it is I'm happy. Deliriously so, even--it feels good, to want him and be wanted and know he's not going to refuse me.

You know, I don't think I even care if this is the right thing or not. I'm his for as long as he'll have me.

(I'll have to tell Lorne at some point I was wrong about the healing power of sex. Oh, how he'll gloat . . .)