Reading Aynjell's journal

One of my more distinct memories from my younger years, was when a girl was taking her finger and running it around the edge of the worn out knees on my jeans. Some how, some way, I made a connection with her. Physically, what not...

Just like when I read a good journal entry here, or read a well thought out paper, or even a book. I catch a glimpse and make a connection, some how, some way. And it's such a rush. I just love to see into peoples lives and begin an understanding, it's a beatiful thing.

I should be ashamed of myself.

This post was edited by Aynjell on Jun 26, 2005.