dear sneaking back in diary,
well the moon is half full and i snuck back in. i made it. no drama. let me catch my breath before we move along down further. there is no mole on my head. it is a place i thought i would never have to go again, yet here i am- sneaking back in. when the moon is half full, i am there. there will be no need to look for me. each time i look into those eyes, i get lost- but i always seemed to find my way home again, prolly because you always dropped me back off or blinked. i was looking extra long because i knew i'd have to remember someday and i guess tonight is the night. i may as well do it right.
