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DEAR JOURNAL: PERSONAL LOG, PART 2
I know that the last time I wrote in you, that I promised myself that I would be over her. I really mean it this time. I am going to get over her.
Let me relate to you what happened today.
It all started out so innocently enough. We were in the research lab working some new flowers to use in finding the cure to the deadly disease of KATAYTHORAX. The extract from these flowers has shown a promise in finding a treatment to eradicate this disease.
She was busy working at her station while I was working at mine. She got up to get something off the uppermost shelf, when it happened. She actually lost her balance and started to fall off the hoverladder. I heard her let out a squeal. I barely made it there in time to break her fall. It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion. She fell face down across my body with her lower extremities sandwiched on top of mine. I did break her fall and I asked if she was physically alright. She said she was fine and apologized profusely as her face turned a beet red. She actually lay on top of me for what seemed like an eternity, actually it was only 7.583 seconds. That is not what perplexed me. It was my physical reaction to her atop of me that surprised me. I actually felt a certain body part start to harden. It took all of my concentration to calm it down. I have never had a problem like this before I met her. What was even worse was the fact that I knew that she was aware of what had happened to me physically too. I was so embarrassed and so was she. She extricated herself off of me as quickly as possible.
That is not all that happened today that has been perplexing. It was the fact I have something of hers that I know that I should give back to her. It is a lace handkerchief that has some rosebuds embroidered on it that she left in the lab.
Rosebuds. Rosebuds. Doesn't she know that she is a rosebud to me? She is like a rosebud getting ready to open with just a few more minutes in the sun, and all would be able to appreciate her beauty.
But how come everytime I come near you, all your petals seem to close up tight in order to protect the inner you? Don't you know that I am your sun? I want to be the one to make you bloom. You will never know how many times I have had to stay seated when you entered a room. I didn't want anyone to see that my body had given you a salute as you walked in. It has taken all of my control not to embarrass myself around you. You really have no idea just how much control you have over me.
Dr. McCoy even had the audacity to say to me that something must be wrong with the climate control in the research lab. That a cold shower might be in order to cool things off. I was mortified that he knew how I had reacted to you. He just laughed and walked away.
I know that I am not fooling anyone with my standoffish routine. I must get my emotions under control. No well-bred Vulcan would be acting the way that I act around you. I must be the human genes I got from my mother that is wreaking havoc in my life again.
What were my parents thinking when they allowed me to have these genes? Sometimes these genes are the bane of my existence. This is ridiculous. I must stop thinking about her immediately. Starting today. I am no longer going to allow her to occupy my thoughts. There is no place for her or the emotions that she evokes in my life. As far as I am concerned those emotions are null and void.
I saw her again today. She looked at me through her beautiful eyelashes.
Damn!!!!I AM IN LOVE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!