Journal Entry # 17 Thursday 2017
One night I couldn't sleep. I opened my door quietly and peered out. My grandparents were already asleep. I shut the door and crept over to my lamp. I swear the walls in that house were cardboard thin, or maybe my family was just loud, who knows. I flipped on the lamp and scrounged around for paper to write on. I decided to write a short poem about Briar. I contemplated just writing 'I love you' straight out. I tapped the pencil to my temple.
What to write.. what to write..
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I ended up basically saying everything I liked about him subtly and saying I love you at the bottom, but that I didn't dare say it aloud.
I looked up from my work. It of course was a draft, and I was going to rewrite it. I had to tell him. I was going to tomorrow.
I would set my bag down by the wall as normal and wait for Briar.
He'd enter and I'd basically say I love him, but add as a friend- if he didn't feel the same, and hope he'd accept that I'd -sadly- given up on our relationship as bf- gf ever coming back.
I bit my lip, and set the paper on my desk. I hoped it would be okay. I stumbled through the now dark room, and crawled back under the covers. I didn't sleep as well as I probably should've. I had a lot of nerves.
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