Sunday, December 4, 9:30 PM. Amy.

Brewer brought me “flowers” today—or what passes for flowers in winter. He had gone around in the woods and cut sprigs of holly with lots of berries and made a sort of arrangement. It was beautiful and sweet. I went up on tiptoes and kissed his cheek and told him to bring me more, and I’ll make wreaths and garlands for Christmas.

It was dreamy. I can tell he’s taken yesterday’s conversation to heart. When I told him I was afraid to ask for attention, tears came into his eyes. He put his arm around me and we were both quiet for a while. He said he really loves me and resolved to show me how much. We’ll see if he sticks with it.

I don’t deserve his love. But I can’t help needing it.

Change is hard. We have a long way to go. But could it be this is the beginning of something new?