Personal Journal

Day 9 – August 6, 2021

Day 9 – August 6, 2021

It’s only been a few days, but I’m afraid of Lewis and what he makes me feel. I know that I have a hard shell or that I’ve built up walls around my heart, but he’s chipping away bits and pieces to get to the center. I thought it was dried up and withered, but every time we talk I feel it beating and thumping. I almost feel like the Grinch with his little shriveled-up heart that grew two sizes.

Okay, I know you’re not supposed to do this kind of thing, but I couldn’t help myself: I took the photo of Lewis and his puppy and cartooned it, then I took a picture of myself and did the same. I combined the photo to see what we’d look like together. I will not show it to him, but I was curious. See the image.

We look good together. We have chatted here and there throughout the day. He’s very respectful of not bothering me if I’m working on my book. I also remain respectful that he is working. He called and now we have spoken on the phone. It was a brief call, less than a couple of minutes. He wanted to hear my voice before he went to bed last night.