I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Just an Angel in Water

Never saw anything like it.

Beauty so perfect,

The God sent rays blinded me.

Pure good, in water, purest blue.

She was more than just a girl.

She made me more than just a boy.

She was an angel,

As she is today and tomorrow.

Ah, I’m still hung up on that borderline hallucination I had when we went swimming. Definitely a powerful experience. I still remember it (or more likely misremember it) today. I love how I’m putting her up on this pedestal to prove to myself that I’m too inferior for her. Apparently she also made me find religion, as well as making me more than just a boy.