8/25/20—

She thinks things are moving fast. She told me this tonight at my apartment, brushing her hair out of her face, laughing softly. She looked utterly exhilarated. But she said she doesn't doubt our relationship, diary. She told me she couldn't let me go. It would be too painful to release me, and I told her I wouldn't find anyone else if she did. I told her I'd build a fort and be alone if I couldn't have her, and that was a promise. She's in my little island, and I am no longer alone. She invited me out to a proper date tonight. I'm ecstatic, diary. Right now she is curling her hair in the bathroom and I'm laughing as I write this. I think I will go in there and kiss her senseless. I'm unsure the way things have been going, but all I can do is stick by her side and never let her go.