I have started to spend my Fridays playing tennis with a boy from my class,and he said we would only do it as long as the weather permitted.I have started looking forward to Fridays.It is getting colder everyday, this is the worst part of living in New England:how quickly the seasons change.

I am suffocated by my own being just as much as I am grateful for it. I love everything in this way:in such a way that I cannot bear it. I know what it is to love something so much that every moment is something both loved and lost.

We forgetthat the days we are just getting through add up,and that history does not feel like history to those in the middle of it.