funny reading old diaries.
hoping you understand every word in them.

i used to write in sentances made up like poetry in motion, i used to wonder when I would spit out paragraphs, what does it mean when I close my eyes and let ink spill out without consciousness?

i'm realizing what love is, for real, and i'm more happy than i even know what to do with.
i finally know what it is to feel, and what it is to be in love. no, not love, like a teenage romance - those are many, and mean nothing. i now have real feelings AND TRUE LOVE, and i realize what everyone says about young love is true. it's practice. and here i am in the big picture, the starlet in the box office hit, and i couldn't be more alive.




thank god for attending the same high school. for realizing history is in the past, and that everything builds up to something bigger. our foundations set a place for us to live now and we are happy. we are so happy together, you and i, and our lives could not be more beautiful.


I AM HAPPY.

sincerly,
ashley schweinfurth