Spent all day with Rachel. We hung out at my house, then had lunch (fried chicken and sweet potato fries from BBQ Chicken) at a tiny neighborhood park in Amerige Heights. Emotionally harrowing. We went back to her home after that, and just stayed in her room napping and surfing the internet. Watched her scan in negatives from this spring. Had dinner with her family for the first time. Burgers and fries. I love her. I am scared of how much I love her. The possibility of losing her is a metal ball in the pit of my stomach, and I am terrified of how quickly I am falling. Falling's not the right word -- it's the opposite of falling. Floating. Skyrocketing upward. The ground is getting further away every day.
My grandma isn't getting stronger. She's just on pain medication and positive affirmations.
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