1877 March 9 - Lincoln, New Mexico

1877CE
9/3

Tak Doodle
Ah, my dear Diary, tonight I write to you under a sky so full of stars, it seems they might tumble down to join in our escapades. This day, like a fine wine, was rich with flavors of laughter, danger, and a sweetness that lingers on the tongue. And Henry, oh, he’s not just the fire at my side; he's become the flame that dances in my heart.

Today was a whirl of color and sound, the streets of Lincoln alive with the kind of energy that makes your skin tingle. Side by side, Henry and I moved through the town, our steps a rhythm, our laughter a melody. But it was as the sun set, painting the sky in shades of fire, that the true song of the day began.

As night embraced us, our world became a cocoon of blankets beneath the vast ocean of stars. There, in the intimacy of shared space, our connection deepened into something profound, something that words can only dance around. It was a merging of souls, a sharing of warmth, a silent conversation spoken through the language of touch and tender glances.

Henry, with his eyes reflecting the starlight, drew me into a world where time stood still. In his embrace, I found a haven, a stormy port where my immortal heart could find anchorage. Our laughter turned to whispers, and our whispers to sighs, each moment a brushstroke in a masterpiece of shared affection.

It's a strange and wondrous thing, Diary, this dance of intimacy and connection. For an eternal being like myself, to find such profound companionship in the arms of a mortal, it's a paradox as delightful as it is baffling.

In the quiet that followed, as the embers of our fire glowed softly in the dark, I lay there, tracing the constellations above, feeling Henry's steady breath against my skin. It was a peace I'd not known before, a serenity that filled the caverns of my soul.

So here I am, penning these words, my heart full of something tender and fierce. Henry, this man of fire and shadow, has etched himself into my story, not just as a character, but as a part of me – a part I never knew was missing.




Tak Doodle
1877 Henry 13


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