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reaching out to him across and above in Savannah, surrounded by the ocean. His hand is stretched back to mine, and our dragonflies hold us together in the center. The sight of it causes a knot in my throat.
    Your painting is hanging above my bed , I reply.
    Hope it makes you feel less lonely.
    I don’t think I’ll ever feel less lonely until we’re together again.
    I lie back, holding the phone close to my chest as if that somehow pulls him closer to me.
    Don’t look at it as number of days we’re apart. Look at it as days of adventure we’ll have until we’re back together.
    You’re the only person I want to have adventures with.
    If we’re going on an adventure, we’re bound to run into a shortage.
    That makes me giggle. Don’t even say the word. It’s too cruel.
    Love you, Sunshine. I’ll make the trip down next weekend.
    Thinking of him driving all the way from SCAD to Loyola makes me frown. Let’s meet back at home. It’s a much shorter distance if we both drive to Fairview.
    I can’t spend the night if we do that.
    It never stopped you before. I smile at the memory of looking out my bedroom window and seeing his face.
    I’m getting too old for climbing trees every night.
    Then I laugh. You’re the same age you were all summer when you did it.
    Shortages drive a guy to extreme measures.
    With a sigh, I relent. Okay. Come here. I’ll see if Rachel will shack up with Brad so we can have the place to ourselves.
    Clothing optional.
    Laughing again, I end our chat. Love you, too.
     
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    In the meantime, I go to class, and it is fantastic. The buildings are all ancient and amazing. They have huge windows, cool art-deco style chandeliers, and wood everything. It all smells like the biggest library you’ve ever been in, which is perfect for me. I’m like Belle in that cartoon Beauty and the Beast , spinning around in heaven at the sight of it all.
    My literature professor is cool for a fifty-something year-old. He looks just like I expected all my professors to look with messy gray hair, five o’clock shadow, and wool blazer. It’s way too hot for wool, but it’s just the classic, English-professor look.
    We’re starting out reading Kafka’s The Metamorphosis . I read it once before in high school and hated it. But somehow reading it in college makes me feel like I have to dig deeper. Look past the ickiness and find the meaning.
    Gregor awoke one morning from a night of fitful dreams to find he’d been transformed into a monstrous vermin…
    Shudders. I remember my high school teacher said he’d been transformed into a dung beetle, which is just nasty. Wikipedia said it was a giant cockroach. I also read it was somehow anti-Semitic, but I don’t know enough about that to comment.
    I hate the image and the story is almost inexplicable, but I’m trying to be a college woman. I’m far too sophisticated to be disgusted by the main character of the story being a giant cockroach.
    Who am I kidding? I hate this book! Bring on the Jane Austen!

Anna’s Private Blog: First Change of Plans
     
     
    Have I ever mentioned how much I love Julian?
    I love his dark, shiny hair that reflects the light like a mirror. I love his smile, his perfect white teeth that are like a line of pearly perfection. (I don’t care if I’m repeating myself. I already said I wasn’t a poet!)
    I love how he always smells like fresh soap and ocean breezes. I love how strong his hands are and how his callouses are just a little scratchy when he smooths them over my skin. I love the way he knows exactly where to touch me…
    The boy is pure perfection. And then he pulls off his shirt, and he’s just all lines and Vs. Oh, god, I’m shivering just typing this right now.
    He got here on Friday, and the moment I saw him, all the days of us being apart hit me so hard, I could barely breathe. Seeing him… I confess, it’s possible I was momentarily blinded by the visceral need for him. It was overpowering. A little like going