Page 148 of How We Began

“You woke us up at 6.30 to tell us you can get your hair in a ponytail?”

“Yip, I sure did!” I bounced back into my room to jump on Ben and show him the same thing.

He laughed as I twirled around grabbing my hair in both hands. His hands settled on my hips, tugging me in, as he said, “I completely love you.”

Lecture.

Lawn.

Beer.

Dinner.

Sex.

In no particular order.

23rd May

I, Lilah McCannon, have made an omelette.

Yes, that is right. I whisked some eggs, melted a knob of butter, cooked eggs in the pan, added cheese, and folded it onto a plate.

I feel that this, above everything else, shows just how much I have grown since starting uni. I am now capable of feeding myself.

Sure, I had help, but I wrote notes so that I could remember the directions for next time. Next time when I’m cooking for myself.

When we finished eating, I sat there and assessed Ben, who wasn’t throwing up so I assumed the eggs were okay. It was time to be a little bit honest.

“I wish we’d done this earlier.”

“Made an omelette?”

“Been together.” I let the words sit there.

“So do I.” His fingers grazed mine.

“We’re doing the right thing, aren’t we?”

“Being together? Or agreeing to part?”

“Both.”

“I don't know, Lilah. I think so.”

“So do I.”

One month tomorrow and it will all be over.

24th May

(4.00 p.m.)

We are putting in some half decent study time at the library whilst playing footsie.

I still have that niggling thought at the back of my mind, like there is something I’m supposed to do, but it’s still unreachable. I’m trying not to push it, I'm just going to let it fester there until it is ready to come to light. I hope it doesn’t take too long. It is a bit bloody irritating.

(4.20 p.m.)