July 18, 2015
Dear diary,
Today I spent an extra two hours at the park with Elliott.
I had persuaded him into taking his sweatshirt off because even though the sun had been setting at the time it was painfully hot.
My sleeves still covered my arms but I wore shorts, and my hair was pulled out of my face. I wasn't as hot as he was and I felt guilty for it.
But like I asked, he took it off without complaint.
It must have been an hour of us laying in silence, me tracing the scars along his chest as gentle as I possibly could, his head resting in my lap, before he drifted off to sleep.
Oh Silver, I wish he knew how beautiful he truly was to me.
