August 31, 2001
The End and the Beginning
The serenity of this moment scares me. It is over, I am home, I am leaving early tomorrow morning. And I'm not crying. I'm not desperate. I'm oddly... calm.
And everybody else is a mess.
Will I love him in a week? In a month? In two, in four?
I don't know.
But I loved him tonight.
astera at late