Yesterday I wrote and she wrote and thus we had a fantastic conversation via text
about carrying heavy things, building stone walls, sheering sheep, meteor showers, backpacking, moral codes, empathy, getting jacked,
and then we talked in person
I played the piano and she listened.
I asked her about herself,
she told me,
and I finally worked up the nerve to ask her to cuddle, though she clearly wanted to cuddle (after all she came to sleep on the floor with Torbyn [dog] and myself).