July 11, 1995 – Tuesday – 6:45 p.m.

I have worked these past two days.  Both days were fun.  Yesterday was interesting because Toni was having a bad day. It dealt with her husband.  She doesn’t love him.  She doesn’t even like him.  She stays with him for the money.  It’s sad.  She deserves better.  She is a good girl.

I came home yesterday to find a letter from Emily.  It was a wonderful letter.  The last paragraph was:

You are right about the Sun and Moon.  We exist together, but we can never touch.  I think it’s time for an eclipse, bright eyes.”

She was right.

An eclipse.

It is time for the sun to touch the moon.

I called her last night.  We talked for an hour.  We set plans for my visit in August.  She gave me basic directions to her house, but she said she would mail me a map.  I get off the Interstate, turn right to get to the city limit, go all the way through town, and then turn past the Wal-Mart and past Wendy’s… I predict that map will be one of the most important sheets of paper in my life.

Emily was taking a bath while we talked.  We had the greatest conversation.

She also sent a picture of her with her letter.  It is next to my bed.  She is smiling, very big.  Which is what I needed to see.

The picture is beautiful.  She is beautiful.  I find myself staring at it.  I find myself staring at her.  I try to look away, but I can’t.  Her whole face shines like the sun.

Emily says she’s been asked by people in New York, Houston, Miami, and other places to be a model.  They got a picture of her from Glamour Shots.  She is not sure if she wants to do it though.  She is only 16.

Who is this girl?

She is so amazing!

Her life is so big, yet she tells me that she needs little me.  I don’t understand.  Why was I chosen to be the distant pen pal of Emily?  Why me?  She is insanely beautiful both inside and out.  I feel like we are the only two red lights in the sky.

This must all be a dream.

Please don’t let me wake up Lord!

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