In which our Heroine angsts for her True Love. From the tiny blue binder.

[azurelunatic]

June 15, 1991
Dear Diary,
I am not lonely. My heart is. Next winter, there will be no more being bumped into and bumping into him. No more being dumped snow on by him.

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[azurelunatic]

We never really had a Relationship Discussion. We were just sort of ... around. He'd shove snow on me while I was on the swings. I'd giggle. That sort of relationship.