The boy I met at the track meet who took me to the arboretum is the most wonderful boy I have ever known, I think. Maybe it sounds stupid to say that but no other boy has ever called me to ask how my day was or hasn't acted all weird and stupid in front of my family. We hung out on Monday and I gave him his birthday presents. We had the "define the relationship" talk but didn't really define anything beyond being something, because he's busy a lot and doesn't want to hurt me by saying he can be something he can't, and I'm moving to Arizona in 4 months. It's OK though. We'll have fun with what we're given.
That morning we ran to the beach and held hands and skipped rocks and he kissed me goodbye three times and held me for a long time. He is warm and tall and strong and makes me feel safe. Safe is a feeling I haven't had since I can really remember. This is good.

I met a boy at the first track meet of the season, two weeks ago. It's weird because it feels like we've known each other so much longer, we talk all the time and not just about running, about everything, although he's the only person I've ever been able to talk about core workouts and ice baths for extended amounts of time. He's taking me to the arboretum next weekend. Imagine! A boy who takes me to the arboretum!