I just came across an old entry about a friend-for-a-day I once had. I've got to say that I find my whole e-mail to her just... too nice. It's kind, and sweet, and the "poetic passage" just melts my heart. The e-mail is just so earnest and true. (and good, and again Sweet.)

I don't know what I might have had to hide though. This was some years before my first kiss... all I can remember is sitting with her on some bench downtown (Victoria) for hours with one arm around her. She was in need of a kind and caring person. I wanted someone to hold and be kind to. So we were together for that afternoon.

I might have been keeping silent (in that other entry,) about the evening. My best friend from Highschool, Elna, I, and a couple other people went on a drive together on the scenic road along the coast. My Highschool friend then monopolised her attention, and her waist (!). I was a touch annoyed with him. At the time, I took it as a serious offence on his part, but at my current perspective of twelve years distant, I can smile and laugh about how much it aggravated me.

Perhaps I should try looking her (Elna,) up on facebook. With some luck she will use it, and with more luck there will be less than 300 other people with that name.