I have met this wonderful and intriguing woman, Steffi. She’s a nurse here, and wow, she is very beautiful. With long flowing dark brown hair, pretty sparkling brown eyes, a five foot 6 inch small to medium frame, and curves that make you just want to bite her, gawd, she is delicious.

Every once in a while, I could almost believe that she has some interest in me. Sometimes she looks at me as though she loves me, and as crazy as it may be, sometimes I feel as though I love her. It is not just the way she looks though; there is something much deeper. She treats me like a human being, different than how everyone else in here treats people, staff and patients.

Steffi is a wonderful, thoughtful, caring, and beautiful person. Anyone who even gets a chance to be in her presence is a lucky person. Occasionally, I will walk by her, pretending to accidentally brush the back of my hand against the back of her hand, just to be able to touch her. This type of relationship would never be allowed here, so I don’t even dare to suggest it, but every time my hand touches her’s, she smiles, a big beautiful smile.

Steffi, I wish I could tell you everything about me. I wish I could tell you who I really am and how I care for you. Being in this place makes me unable to say all of things, unable to really be me. I won’t lie to Steffi, but I don’t know if I could ever just tell her everything I feel and everything about who I am. I see the doctor in 4 days, for the first time. That should be interesting.

From inside a mental institution:

Signing off, Sam