Going out .

I phoned him to say...

Lets just go out.

It was afternoon.

We went around the streets, I held his hand.

He took my hand in his when I let go.

I couldn't rate this.

No way to rate any of this.

The psychic separator code was on at full strength in my mind.

Note anxious, catastrophic thinking and focus on now.

Feel the air, feel the ground under me, feel gravity.

My aim, to absorb the anxiety - his -  and get through it.

My way of fighting is to show that we are good together by being it.