Once upon a time I was sixteen. I was sixteen and I used to keep a journal very similar to this one and I used to be sad and now I am not. There are some things in this world that are "inappropriate", but I don't know why loving him had to be one of them.

You made it okay to be ME.

And sometimes I have dreams about it. And we escape and live on the moon, because nothing is inappropriate on the moon. Not even the complete absence of gravity.