I don't recall when this journal lost its audience, or if I ever was writing for one. But I find some nights, where thoughts needed to be put down, and instead of a private, paper-pen diary, I write them here.

public/private spaces

the dichotomy of the two is never clear nowadays, but at times (times like these, I suppose), I want to tell you things.

It used to be that, well, I used to write of my heart, and its broken pieces. And the intended audience wasn't you, but rather he-who-was-never-named (but quite clearly, he broke my heart, or something like that)

And then there were the posts of sleep deprived nights, incoherent posts of things I thought to be so fitting.

eh.

now, it seems like this semi-private place has become a place of announcements.

And here it goes.

I took a leap of faith, and I leave for South America in August, for 11 months.

He will leave for Egypt as soon as I leave, and then France for 7 months. Yeah, that motherfucker's living my french wet dream.

It is time to grow some more, and to see how we can continue to love despite the distance.

We sat by the river today, I heard the water in my ears, just as I did in Puerto Rico so many many months (years?) ago.

tout va bien.