Still at camp. I shouldn't have stayed another week. Danny found a girlfriend...I guess he doesn't like me any more. I know he would have had a lot more fun with Donna if I hadn't been around. More than anything else, I want him to be happy. Even more than I want him, I want him to be happy. And he seems happy with Donna, so that makes it easier to take. When he left Saturday, he hugged me good-bye. He knew I wanted him to, but he also knew it would tear me up. He was still holding me when I started crying. Since I'm going to boarding school in a few weeks, I'll probably never see him again. And after all these years of being together at camp...
(In 1978, I saw Danny again briefly. He was in the chorale at the Bible college he attended, and they came to sing at my Christian boarding school. I was 17. We visited for a while, and it was so great).
I think of you often, and I've tried to find you several times over the years. A little part of my heart will always be yours. Danny, I remember you.