Last week I saw his smile when I walked in and after service he touched my arm in that I-missed-you way. This week I sat in between him and his brother from another mother, who is also one of my closest friends. The look on his friend's face when I hugged him was so amazing, but the look on his face was just priceless. The three of us were laughing the entire service, mainly joking about other people. But after service he shook my hand per the bishop's request and that's when I realized...I don't like him as much as I thought. My heart still beats out of my chest and my palms still sweat when I'm near him, but when he touches me, I don't feel anything anymore, or at least not like I used to. But then he hugged me and that feeling came back so strong. He smells like what dreams are made of. While waiting for our parents, who talked forever and a day talking to various people, he looked very bored but brightened up when he walked over to me. I'm glad I can make him smile. This whole day made me just die with happiness on the inside.
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AléatoireThis book is about everything under the sun: random thoughts, quotes, confessions, just whatever my mind produces, I write. So sit back, relax, and laugh your butt off, cry, think, whatever. Love you awesome sauce unicorns. Stay positive because y...
