Escape

"I almost made myself believe that I loved her, but then I realized I had no idea who she was. Except, I did. She told me all about her life and the things that she goes through, except it wasn't me she was telling. I suppose she wasn't telling anyone. Her story sprawled across the old pages of a leather-back journal were for her eyes only I assume. Maybe she kept the small story on the shelf so it was out of her families reach; her parents I mean. I found it on the bottom shelf of the public library, next to my favorite book, Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman. According to her writing it was her favorite book too. That's how she always remembered where it was and how she knew she could find it. Although, I don't think the idea of someone else finding her mind for the very same reason ever occurred to her." -Isaac