Kanakka's Bunker

Miranov Sikerviski.

That is the name of the woman who now holds my heart, and whose heart I in turn now possess. How this came to be is somewhat of a blur, I confess, it seems strange and unreal. We met a few months ago, speaking at the bar in TMC for a short while, I saw her a few times in the following days, where we went for a swim and shared time together. I'm not even terribly sure at what point we began to feel for eachother, but it was clear it happened quickly, though a more official declaration of the intent to be boyfriend and girlfriend ddint come till a little later.

I always advocate a slower approach to such things, and even over the course of weeks that it took for us to get so close, i consider this to be almost alarmingly fast, but there is no doubt in my mind nonetheless. I am losing control, and I embrace it, though it almost felt as if it went disasterously wrong as miss Miranov dissapeared for about a month, and i wondered where i stood on the matter, only the last time I saw her did we decide to "go out".

Whatever the case, she had returned, much to my delight, and at long last, we made love, it was far more than the casual relations i sometimes have; this much is certain.

She has not barred me from sleeping with others, nor I her.

At long last, it seems my patience in love and refusal to outright seek intercourse and hunt down love have paid off.

That is all.