found

I found her.

At long last, I found her.

On My Space.

Seriously.

I am waiting to hear back from her.

My fingers are crossed.

I know it is her. I am absolutely sure of it.

Married now. With two beautiful kids.

It doesn't look like she has logged on in some time, so I might not hear from her right off the bat.

I have no doubt in my mind that she will reply. It may take her a while to remember me, but she will.

This is all going into the novel.

It has to.

Why else would it happen this way if it wasn't meant to be written down and recorded for posterity?

Right?

Right.

Happy Holidays, people.