Today, he was on the bus. In the morning everyone was half asleep, but I still had fun with him cause we were making faces at each other to communicate (we were both listening to music as usual). He showed me the things he was studying for one of his classes. I already knew a good portion of what he was learning, so I studied with him on the way to school. It was fun and I loved every second of it.
He was on the bus in the afternoon, too. He always sits in the seat in front of mine and drapes his arm over the back so I can play with his fingers. One time I asked him why he let me and he said it was because he liked it. I thought that was adorable. But as I gently ran my fingers over the lines of his palm, I couldn't help the tears that fought their way into my eyes and down my cheeks. Even though he was so close to me, even though we were touching, he wouldn't be mine. I couldn't hold him the way I wanted to. He wouldn't love me the way I wished for him to. I just hope that before high school ends and we have to part ways to go to different colleges, that I'll be able to have one sweet moment to remember.
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WHAT THE HELL?!?! I CAN'T EVEN BINGE EAT SOME CRACKERS TO DROWN MY SORROWS!! There's come kind of bug-shell-shed thing in the cracker pack!! EW!!!! OH MY GOSH WHY?!?!?!
~ April
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The Heartbreak Diaries
RandomDiaries of the heartbreak of a teenaged girl, and how they may or may not have a happy ending.
