17/02/93
Dear Diary,
Today, Nick and I went to the beach again.
We sat at the shore, my head on his chest, and I could hear every single heartbeat and breath he took. Each breath, each heartbeat comforted me, reminding me that my fears of him leaving me were not true. We breathed the salty air and spent a good day just enjoying the beach, and each others' presence.. Just chatting, joking, being our happy selves.
At night, we counted stars in the sky. Nick sang a song about stars, and told me of how both of us were in the stars, and would always be. He pointed to a space in the sky.
"That's gonna be me, if I go..." I hushed him up, not wanting to destroy that happy moment.
