she’d been drawing the forest, and since i’d entered the picture, she drew me, too.
now you’re part of it, she’d said.
we met in the woods every day for the next three months. we met later and later, until one september night when she asked me to meet her at one in the morning.
there’s not a boy alive who would admit to a girl that he’s afraid to go in the woods at night, so i went.
she’d built a fire to help me find my way, and that tiny glimmer of light was my compass. when i reached her, she was laying on a blanket, reading a nancy drew novel.
trying to 