Wednesday

It's Wednesday already. We both keep losing track of time, mixing up the days, going to bed in the middle of the night after talking for hours. I'm glad I don't have anything hanging over my head this week at the university.
Jen is leaving tomorrow for a week, and we hardly got to spend any time together in the past 3 days. I have to fix that.

I feel good. It feels good. He's unusual and crazy, and he lives in a world of literature and writing which I find fascinating. I have no idea what he sees in me.

"...as he whispered my name in the dewy grass..."