Diary 7 / 18-years-old / Reading, Ohio
This is the entry I’d just gone back and read at the start of *last week’s* entry. Go back… watch last week… I’ll wait… Here I am on Spring Break from my freshman year at Duke, listening to Ella Fitzgerald and happily/nervously wondering what it will be like when Ralph kisses me. My anticipated first kiss.
Below the diary pages: a letter (poem?) written to Ralph some months later.
Somehow, just this past weekend, I came across a journal that hadn’t been rounded up with all of the others. It isn’t a day-to-day diary; more a collection of quotes and writings from my first year of college. Tucked before the back cover, was this handwritten note for Ralph. I believe I’d written it to him because he was going through that complicated transition from college graduate to Real Life. It is strange and wonderful for me to remember the very lyric writing style I once had. You can feel the influence of ee cummings, TS Eliot (and Billy Joel.) Click on the pages to expand and read.