Dear Diary,
Me and Bobby haven't kissed since the night he told me about his mum.
We hang out every Saturday evening. He comes over; we have dinner, hang out with our folks for a bit and then head up here to lay in my bed and chat.
Obviously I'm still with James and things are going well. We are happier now I don't hate him for not letting me see Bobby.
Something is off though I just don't know what.
Xxx
YOU ARE READING
Yours, Always
Teen FictionAndrea has felt like something has been missing in her life since she was five, its only now 12 years later that she finally realises how important that missing piece is.
