Dear Diary,
I don’t want Kemper to leave. I don’t have a choice though.
I love our time together.
We fell asleep on the couch this afternoon and I enjoyed it immensely. He held me so close and tight as he slept.
I never realized how banged up his knuckles are. He said he gets bruised and cut all the time working on rusty engines.
This afternoon being in his arms, I haven’t felt such at peace and safe in such a long time.
I don’t want that feeling to go away, ever!