Love Of A Teenage Girl ✔️

| Chapter Thirty - Five |

Dear Diary,

He knew, Diary.

He found out.

He knew about my diary.

This story started by, he sent me a text saying, "Hey".

Me being me, I had gotten butterflies in my stomach, making me ultra excited.
I had causally replied by saying hello back.

A few seconds later he had replied with, "Umm, I've heard you've written a diary."

This confrontation had made me so sick to my stomach that made me burst into tears I left him on read and didn't reply for the whole day. I feel like that I lie and say no, he will find out the truth and hate me, but if I tell him the truth and he finds out I write about him, he might not want to be my friend anymore and I cannot risk ruining our friendship. I finally realized that that 'friend' was the one that told him because she is the only one I trusted enough to tell that I had one.

A few days passed and I finally sent him a message saying, "What are you talking about?" He kept asking questions about it until I told him the truth.

"Yes, I have a diary and I write a lot in it, I tried lying because it's kind of a secret. It's a diary about my feelings and its the only way I express my feelings."

He asked if he can read it and I had accepted.

He talked with my cousin about the diary and 'My friend'. He said that she told him that I bullied her in my diary but in fact she forgot what she does to me. My cousin told him everything and she sent him screenshots for prove of what she does to me.

My cousin had told me that he said, "To be honest, I don't really care about her anymore." And by her, he had meant that 'friend.' He continued in saying, "I really need to apologize to her." And by her, he meant me.

I keep falling in love with his kindness again and again, he's really sweet. I'm very happy that I got a friend as sweet as him. Whenever I'm scared, I say his name repeatedly in my mind until I feel safe. He taught me how to live, but most importantly he taught me how to be kind.

We spoke again about 'My Friend' and he apologized and I said that it's okay and there aren't any sorry's between us.

Then, we kept chatting endlessly for eleven days straight, It was pretty cool to me and it meant a lot; I felt so happy. We talked about really funny topics and it was nice. It's nice to catch up with a friend.

Friendship is the most important thing in the world.

Dear Him,
I'm happy that you understand me.
You're a really great friend and I'm happy that I've actually known a really kind person as you are. It's my pleasure. I'm also happy that we're good and there's no more awkwardness. Thank you for everything.

Love,

Your Lover.