the epilogue:


These are my diaries, my way of getting over the distance that had started as an slow emotional separation to a full blown physical one between you and I. I vowed that I would never forget you, and I don't know about you, but I intend on keeping that promise. Although this is probably not a good idea (not to mention it seems obsessive and bizarre), I am going to write until I am all written out. Maybe I will show it to you one day when I am ready. Maybe.


This is our story.
July 3

i love him…

i remember wanting you to give me that present that you promised me in hartford. i would pester you in our math class relentlessly as i attempted to flirt with you nonchalantly. whoops. it was when i realized that catching your eye as you walked into our math classroom caused my heart to skip 4 consecutive beats that i realized the problem. i could feel it starting, the growth of a love inside of my heart, a love i mistook for an innocent, temporary crush that i would get over in an instant. i was wrong, very wrong.