I'm sure I've written drunk at some point in my life before, but I don't recall it. So, now feels like the first.

We spent two very lovely nights together. I came. We pretty much came together - which is what he wanted, he said. We had breakfast together this morning, a morning after spending the night, loving each other through the night in that non committal way,  - in public.

What is this most beautiful thing? Nothing and everything. Just for now. Just in this moment.

Like a gust of wind.