Ephemeris Occulta

Being in Tulsa with Connor is like walking in a dream. Soon I'll have him in real life too. Graduation is in May. I'm still not sure how things will go, but I'll be in New York. It doesn't matter how it happens, or what I have to do, but we're going to do it.

I've never been with someone who I felt was really forever. We're the sort of people that don't open up to others easily. We don't open up easily because we've been hurt too much. We've opened up to each other, and it's been utterly peaceful and safe. So, even if we're not boyfriends, we're the best of friends. If I'm not with him, I don't think I really want to be with anyone else. And that's all right, because if I'm not his boyfriend, I'm still in his life. I'll still live with him, and we'll still sleep in the same bed.

Things that are solid are solid no matter what you call them. A change of name is not a change of substance.

I return to school on Tuesday. One more semester, and I'm done. I'm excited about being done. I want to live for a little bit with school behind me. I need a few years of peace, wanting nothing and enjoying only what I have.