I woke to a steady beeping coming from my left. Fluorescent lights streamed through my still-closed eyelids. The sheets that were on top of me were delicate, not scratchy in the least. I heard voices murmur in the distance, and I tried calling out, but could only manage a soft groan.

Someone must have been in the room with me though, as I felt a cool hand rest on my forehead. I suddenly realized how much I had been longing for the simple touch of someone. As the hand pulled away, I tried to stay with it, but couldn’t muster the energy to sit up. I did manage to open my eyes though, and watched as the owner of the hand, who I assumed was a nurse, left the room. But she soon came back with a doctor, and the two of them helped me into a seated position. As we worked, they explained to me how I was luckily found by a hiker the day after I had passed out. He had saved my life, both by caring for me, and for calling 911. The nurse even produced my journal for me, which was more than a little stiff from the elements, but mine nonetheless.

Seeing my journal boosted my energy enough that I managed to ask for both a glass of water and a pencil. I had to write everything down immediately.

And that’s where I am now. Sitting in my hospital bed, drinking a cup of water slowly, and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I am, somehow, alive.

According to my amazing nurse, the man who saved me is actually still here, a day later. Apparently, he wanted to make sure that I woke up and that I’m okay. Imagine that. Someone actually cares that much for me. It’s really weird, to be honest. No one has actually cared about me since my dad. And he’s been gone a year.

I asked my nurse if I was allowed to meet my knight in shining armor. She said I was, but wanted to ask him if he wanted to meet me, or if he just wanted the news that I was okay before he left.

So I am sitting here, anxiously waiting her return, twisting my bedsheets around my free hand, hoping against my better judgement that I get to meet him. Wait, I think I hear my nurse’s voice. I’ll record what happens in a bit.

Well, I’m back. And so freaking happy. This man was the nicest person I have ever met, and I’ve met a lot of people. He was so concerned for me and seemed to genuinely care about me and listen to what I had to say. He left after about an hour, saying he had to go feed his dog. Which means he lives alone. Which means that he is not married. Which means there is a very good chance he’s single!

I think it’s safe to say that I am in love. I have fallen into the deep end so quickly, I couldn’t tell that I was swimming. But oh, being in love is so nice, I really enjoy it.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, but his name is Paul. And he gave me his number!!! He might not like me yet, but once he sees me in a not almost dead state, he might change his mind. It was slightly awkward for me that I was not wearing a bra, it must have been taken off with the rest of my soaking wet clothes. So, throughout the time that Paul was in my room, I basically sat slightly hunched over with my sheet covering me and my arms crossed loosely in front of me, just in case. I am a modest girl, if you didn’t know.

I think I am going to get some sleep now. You’ve heard all of the exciting stuff. I probably won’t write again until I have more news about Paul. Write to you then!