Rendezvous
21 August 05 : 10.45 PM
It was beautiful last night. He drove me to the park near Alden's place. It was apricot-warm dim, with white flowers strewed on the ground like on the church aisle, and vines curtaining the benches. We sat there, with ice creams and fruits, looking up into the sky, counting stars that were barely visible.
After we parted, I met Marilyn and we took a stroll in the botanical gardens, then sat in a lonely pavilion facing a lake and couldn't see each other much because of the lack of proper lighting. We talked past midnight and in our conversation, we had fears that we never spoke of.
I went home feeling alone and afraid. I don't know why.