Should I call her, I wonder.
I haven't for a few days, but when you're alone in a strange place and used to someone's company, you can't help but think on what they might be doing, that, and dwell on things.
I'm only seventeen. What do I really know about love?
Worse than the question is the resulting realization that I'm reluctant to follow either my heart or my head for fear that neither know what they're talking about.
Personal passage, dated: 22-5-1998