Today I am wearing the pearls that I once bought long ago, only waiting until I passed my teenage years to wear them.

I sit at my desk reading the numerous birthday messages that come in, and quite soon I'll be sending out "thank you" cards, just like my godmother taught me to do.

As a gift, I got "Sid and Nancy"--the twisted, tragic love story. One day, I suppose it will be my turn, when I learn to smile and laugh, I'll be able to fall in love.

Turning 20 doesn't hurt at all, I've noticed. This afternoon, I plan to get a portrait done of me--then, dinner with friends.

I suppose I am loved, aren't I?

aeka at 10:17 a.m.