Hello again, my diary. You are nothing but a simple, leather-bound book, and yet I cannot help but look to you for support. I would like to thank you in advance.
Nothing is simple. Everything that happens to me seems to always end in shock and pain.
While I told Garnold that I could not marry him because of my studies as a scholar, I agreed that we could remain friends...
...today, as I was conversing with a gentleman in the Prancing Pony, Garnold approached, stated a few words of not caring what anyone thinks of him, and then kissed me!
