Thursday, October 13. 3:38pm.
Dear Journal,
I got to talk to Vanessa again today. It was glorious. Every time I looked into her eyes, I got lost in them, lost in the swirling emerald green color that shone. I had to restrain myself from playing with her dark chestnut hair, which seemed to continue on forever in my eyes. She has these gorgeous dimples that add to her beauty. Freckles cover her nose and cheeks. I love looking at them, jumping from one freckle to the next, counting them as I went. I've counted at least forty freckles once.
While we were talking, she was smiling the entire time. No, she was grinning. Because she was grinning, I was grinning.
She invited me to a party tomorrow. She told me it would be fun. I told her that I would go if I got to hang out with her. Of course, it would have to be after my doctor's appointment.
She said we'll see. But I know that I will definitely be able to be with her the entire night. I'll make sure of it.
