I sent him a postcard that I bought from the university bookstore. It got to him within three days, which is amazing since even mail tagged as “priority” doesn’t even get to me that quickly. I thought of him a lot when I was there, I actually think of him a lot when we’re not together, anyway.

When did I become that girl? Or, maybe I’ve always been that girl but just needed the presence of the other person to trigger the change.

I’m still not fully convinced that I like her.

Never thought I would be able to climb up all those rocks to get to see this view, but to my surprise, I did. I’m sore in strange places, but I’m glad that I didn’t quit. I’m glad he didn’t let me quit.