No hurry.

I've been lovestarved for so long that I'm risking being too smothering now. This is a good chance for me to relax, do some other things, address other aspects of life. I can feel the lack of someone to hold like an ugly hole in front of me. Holding someone is healthy. It's instinctual. Monkeys who are raised without physical affection become withdrawn, gaunt, and ultimately don't compete well or live long. For me, the urge is always to sprint at something when I am inspired, or float unmoving in a pool of sorrows when I am not. This is a good time for me to temper that urge. The last thing I want to do is ruin things by trying to hard not to ruin them.