1877 March 3 - Lincoln, New Mexico

Lincoln, New Mexico
Ah, sweet Diary, let me regale you with the tales of today, a day where the pulse of Lincoln beat like a drum under our feet. The town, brimming with energy and secrets, was our playground, and Henry, well, he's more than just a partner in crime; he's like a mirror to my soul, reflecting a wildness I thought only I possessed. We roamed the streets of Lincoln, blending with the locals yet standing apart. It's a dance, you see, a delicate ballet of being just one of the many yet so much more. And Henry, with his easy smile and roguish charm, he's like a piece of this wild land – untamed, unpredictable, and oh so alluring. Our bond, it's something else, Diary. It's as if the fates themselves spun a thread just for the two of us, weaving our lives together in this tapestry of adventure and desire. There's an electricity between us, a current of mutual understanding and unspoken promises. It's exhilarating and a bit terrifying, feeling this connected to another soul. As we strolled through the dusty streets, every glance, every touch was charged with meaning. There's a language we speak, one without words, conveyed in looks and laughter. And oh, the laughter! It's the music of our escapade, ringing through the air like the peal of bells. The day was a blend of ordinary moments and extraordinary feelings. We shared stories, competed in friendly games with the townsfolk, and let me tell you, there's nothing quite like the rush of competition to stoke the fires of camaraderie. But as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in hues of fire and gold, I found myself lost in thought. This connection with Henry, it's new, it's intense, and it's something I never quite expected. For an immortal like me, to find such a profound bond with a mortal, it's both a gift and a puzzle. So here I lay, under the blanket of stars, pondering this unexpected turn in my journey. Henry, with his dreams and his daredevil spirit, has become more than just a chapter in my story. He's become a part of me, a part I never knew was missing.