Love

February 7, 1983: I wish I knew what love really is. I know that I like it very much when my Tia asks me a lot of questions after I come back from an errand. I feel that she cares. Then we talk about feelings (though, of course, I can´t mewntion mine for Padre Luis.) But it´s a beginning and a release, too. Back in San Francisco, i had no opportunity to talk with anybody about my feelings about anything. That´s why I wrote so much. My journal was my helper. With it, i could actually be me.