Dear Friend,

“Where is the room for courtship and romance?

Is it enough of a start to have spoken our shared truths at distance?

I wore a mask today to protect my fellow healer students.

But doing so overheated my brain and recycled whatever I was fighting off so now I feel feverish.

So if, for example, we were to meet this evening, my instincts would be to turn you away to protect you.

Or…

The only other option would be to invite you in where we would instantly (hopefully) succumb to sleep together – and I would likely infect you.

Are we allowed to just cross that line and fall into natural rhythms together?

Why do I feel like I’ve always known you – as though we are tethered?”