crossing a line

I feel like crossing a line.

I just feel like crossing a line. I did something in the spring, and I was cautious as possible about doing it---I wasn't going to show all my cards---I'm glad I didn't. I'm thankful I didn't.

I always wanted to talk to "Josh's" mom. I wish I could send her the link to this blog. The link and that's all---nothing else---no return address---Wish I could. I wish he knew things about what's going on in this world of mine, and if he knew, I wish he would care. If nothing else---but then, that would be the real "Josh," and the real "Josh" seemed to disappear.

Just wish I could cross that line.