Well! I'm going to skip ahead later into the night.
Steve left to go do something. It's me, my enemy, and our friend Mike talking. I told the people in the call, obviously other than Steve, that I liked Steve. I could kind of tell the they knew some how. When Steve got back, I blurted out that I liked someone in the call. And only my enemy and Steve answered.
"Mike?" Steve answered questionably.
"STEVE!" She said.
Right when she said that I yelled at her for telling him, but he asked if I actually did. Of course I said, "YAS!" It got awkward at first but at 12:07 a.m., he asked me something I never thought anyone would ever ask me again.
"So uh JJ, will you be my... girlfriend?" He asked, quite shyly.
and of course my answer was just as shy. "Y...Ye...YESSSSSSSS!" I said speechlessly. At the end, I ended up squealing quite loudly. I was quite happy when this event occurred. I wouldn't stop blushing, smiling, or even talking for that matter. Until I remembered that I lost something special; my best friend. The. Out of the blue, I started to cry at that thought. That one thought of losing my best friend put me emotions into deep sadness. I was glad that Steve was there, because of how comforting he was toward
me. He didn't mind me being emotional. He just helped me overcome it and he stopped me from so much. He had stopped me from thinking a lot of suicidal thoughts. I am glad that he is a part of my life.
He is a big part of my life now. I am glad to be have him with me.So Steve if you read this.
Thank you for everything.
Love,
JJ

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Lovers Must Love
Non-FictionThis is a memoir for part of my life that is still occurring. This is kind of like a journal. So read if you wanna know more about me