It couldn’t have been anybody better than him, on my first night back in town. So beautiful and so full of life. A beaming light through by soul.

I wish I had told him I liked him, rather than assuming I wasn’t his type; because I do misjudge, and he did not reject. In fact, he spent most of his time in Barcelona with me. At least I know I have an urge within to practice telling boys I like to their face that I like them now. To be brave. Ask for.

Another pokemon gathered. So many inside, so full of lives (sic).

Learning through encounters. What a life.