8:45 p.m. - 05/28/02
suns and moons all over the place.
We talked until the sun had faded from my windows, left only a faint blue light to see my voice inside the air. We talked until we were reciting thoughts the other one had had, until we were making plans to act upon mutual daydreams. We talked until we promised to talk again, until we gave a limit to how long we could not hear from one another. Within one week, I will hear Sara's voice again. And even though it is my pattern to think of all the people I do not hear from, I resist this now. Because I have Sara back. I have Sara back.
Do you still paint in blues and greens; do you spill glitter on the floor as sand?
There is nothing like saying to someone, "Let's make it a week- but know it's not an obligation, just something we both need and so we're doing" when afterward they say, "I'm looking forward to it."
Tonight I talked on the phone with a girl my own age. Tonight I was 17 and happy there.
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