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1st January, 2009

He kissed me. He actually kissed me. James Peter kissed me. I didn't think he would, but he did. I don't know how I'm still breathing after that. But someone how I'm still alive?

Damn, I sound like a high school girl who just had her first kiss. But c'mon! When the boy you supposably had a crush on for years, kisses you on New Years Eve, you would obviously be ecstatic!

But anyway, it happened so fast. Everyone was counting down to ten and all of a sudden when they all screamed "Happy New Year!" I felt him cup my face and his lips on mine.

Now as cheesy as this sounds, I swear that kiss ignited more than the fireworks that lit up the night sky.

After that he held my hand in his, and I legit felt like I was melting.

I don't even know what I'm writing right now, it's like four in the morning, and I probably should go to sleep soon.

I'll write more in the morning ( or when I have the time to! )

Write to soon. x

- Eli

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