I discovered that I mis-numbered my posts, and have two entitled "three." So this is entitled Seven, even though it is in fact my eighth entry. How anal-retentive of me to point that out. * I was re-reading those seven old entries and discovered this among them: "Dear Vati, You told her you loved her. Now, three months later, you're making out with some new girl. Is that what you think love is? How do you think Angel would feel if she knew? Also, you're totally taking advantage of Skinny. You "don't want a girlfriend" but are still willing to "snog" her in public. Very much in public. As much as I like you, kid, I think I'm justified in calling you a whore. Behind your back, of course." I suddenly find this amusing. I "snogged" the very person I accused of being overly generous with said "snogging". (I do love the word snogging. So very British and so very amusing to say.) So perhaps I should rethink my judgment of Vati. (Also, I honestly cannot recall why he should be named as such, but for consistency's sake, that is the name I will continue to use.) I'm not going to see him for probably three weeks, and as bearable as that ought to be, I already miss him. Perhaps it's because our time together is already limited and every extended period apart brings the end closer that much faster. There is so much more I have to learn. * * Dear Faces, It's been a while. I've moved on. I am happy, I am healthy, I am whole. You taught me so much, indirectly, and I am forever grateful for it. Trust is so much stronger than love, and for me anyway, so much more valuable. I hope we'll still be friends this fall. I imagine that won't be a problem. Much love, for a part of me will always love you, now&forever * * * Dear Echter, Thank you for letting me open up to you. I needed, and still will need, that outlet. I hope that I do not seem too lost in my own troubles. I hope that this new policy of total honesty and confession will help me find solace. I do worry that forcing you to carry my burdens will make you less willing to shoulder them. If I ever become too much for you to bear, do let me know. I'd hate to lose sight of what I can and cannot handle alone. With love, Your sister.