The latter part of the day contained a few moments of joy. A late breakfast was being served in the cafeteria. Abigail sat by me. She smiled and laughed at the things I said. She sang at the table with Timothy. She sounded so beautiful. I wish I could sing beautifully so she would desire to sing with me. Music is a huge part of my life, but I can only survive in a chorus. I don’t sound too great on my own.
I want to live a long time on earth before heaven; if only to be around people like Abigail.
I made a snow angel in the snow as we walked back tonight.
But it seems as if I’m falling for someone else’s angel.