We just got pranked. Those damned Madonna boys, calling us with silly things to say. Things almost got out of control this weekend. I went over to Aaron's apartment yesterday evening with the phone and the ring box expecting to give them back. But he seemed calmer, sedated, reasonable. He made sense to me, I made sense to him. We started decorating his balcony for Halloween. He convinced me to stay over the night. So we snuggled and slept badly because we both didn't want to hog the pillow or wake the other up, not knowing that neither one of us was sleeping. What's going to happen over Christmas? What's going to happen in Rome? What's going to happen for the rest of our lives if I can't tell my parents about him? He doesn't want to be supressed, he doesn't want to be held down or a secret, which I understand. But I love him. I can't let him go. We can do anything together, I know we can. And now I feel optimistic.