Coming back from my vacation, a grand total of one person has noticed my change in personality; and have the guts to ask me about it. While I am worried that they will continue to confront me, I can't help but be relieved that at least someone noticed.
Continuing off of my earlier thoughts, my heart needs to be filled. I'm afraid that I will play hard to get and climb higher up the metaphoric tree of love. When that happens, I will be stuck, and forced to fall. The problem is, will the boy who chased me up in the first place still be waiting to catch me when I make that fatal jump? Or will he just move on to the next tree where the girl doesn't take as long to catch. These fears pile in me while I still wait on the lowest branch waiting for a boy to come along and sit and talk for hours.
This whole metaphorical encounter leads back to my very first raw and true thoughts; I was sitting in a tree, waiting for someone to come and talk for hours–or even minutes. I wouldn't have cared at that point.
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Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
