Dear Diary,
Kemper walked through the door rather promptly at a little past three yesterday. We showered together and made dinner together. Afterwards we snuggled and had sex until it was time to go to sleep.
A few hours ago, when it was still dark, he woke me up to say goodbye. He slid him arms around me while I was still sleeping and he was kneeling on the floor. He had his leather cut on and smelled amazing, I didn’t want to let him go. I could hear another bike pull up outside so I knew it was time for him to go. I could also feel the two guns on him when we hugged.
On another note, since meeting him, I now know it isn’t a leather vest, it is a leather cut. I may not be spelling cut correctly.
I sometimes think this is going to blow up in my face. Whatever he does, it is dangerous and I worry about him. I worry if I will be able to deal with all of this.
I’m rather depressed about all of this and of course it is raining. This place feels so quiet and dead without him.
Bear doesn’t seem to fazed as he is sleeping in Kemper’s spot like it is his spot. I should be more like Bear, don’t give a fuck.
It is hard to not give a fuck when I care about Kemper so much