The here and now

This happened more recently than the events I have relayed previous. My current boyfriend is not stupid, but still I feel like the title of this diary is in fact appropriately named.

Stuff has been happening. I've just started reading Anne Frank and the voice that she has so naturally employed began trying to speak inside my head. It is my fortunate lot, though, that I don't have any real human interest story to tell outside the mundane, yet uniquely complex entanglements I find myself in.

Anne began writing happily she says because she had no friends with whom she confided. But I would happily confide my deepest secrets to a stranger if given the chance.

And I did.

Her name was Mary and she was on a plane headed to Philadelphia, as Steven and I were on route to Maine.  She, like you, will get to hear all the sordid details of my follies and my fantasies. Steven showed a video today of his aCapella group, and there Aaron was, singing is little Dreidel solo. My heart became fire and started searing my lungs. Why must my destiny be to feel so deeply? I feel like Storm, from the X-Men, and how she spends so much energy controlling herself, knowing that she had the power to change the raging winds of the world into chaos and calamity. I too had that power, in my words and my passion.

Or maybe I wished I did, then some good might come from the burning I was feeling right now. Aaron had become my true love. It was only a week that our lives had become synonymous. We couldn't stop kissing each other, feeling each other, dancing with each other in the street. We'd text for hours before bed, desperately needing sleep, but unable to tear each other away.

But one night, after our second date, he went home at 12:30, which seemed rather early for what we were normally accustomed too. He sent me a text, telling me his cab fare was worth the time we spent together than night. And I never heard from him again.

But he came back, in Steven's photos and videos. Did I plan poorly? Was it because I accidentally hit the curb? Why did he leave when it seemed we had loved each other so deeply? It was a weekend romance, that ended before it had begun. But it effects still remained, like the burn from a stove that leaves a permanent mark.