19 APRIL, 1984
19 April, 1984
I’m so very glad that everything is starting to mellow out again. After the accident and everything else, I wasn’t sure if life would ever right itself. Jack found a feather. I know it worked. I’m more relieved than I could ever say and I can breathe for what feels like the first time. This freedom hasn’t existed at all over the course of our relationship, which is so strange. I can now relax and it’s so perfect. Jack doesn’t relax, though, which is ironic considering everything, but I didn’t see what he did and all I can do is try to be there for him as much as possible (which is always).