He's got to learn a lot more about my body and its many flaws of which I am ashamed. He loves me and desires me just the same. How is it that I can be so blessed? Tears of happines are welling up in my eyes, so I might have to sign off soon. I'm typing this from the edge of his bed while he sleeps. I'll join him soon. He lies there so innocent, so fragile. Even in his sleep his hand reaches out for me.
He's going to have almost constant contact with this ratty goodness for over a week to see if the spell wears off. I need him more than ever. Don't leave me.