Why can't I be with him?

February 28, 1898

Dear diary,

This is my follow up on how things went. I did it! Oh my goodness, I am so happy, I can die. He is even more handsome up close. We touched too! I mean it was only shaking hands, but still I think it's amazing. In my opinion he is better looking than all the boys in my school. We only talked for a little bit and we laughed too, mostly him. He even suggested making this a regular thing. When he said that I almost fainted. He wants to hang out with me? Can you believe it? I sure can't. I am still trying to process our wh9le conversation. As well as get past the fact we actually had a conversation.

Now, I know I may sound overly excited, but I have been wanting to do this for awhile. I mean before I even decided to write it down in my diary. I try to get him out of my head when I need to focus, but it is so hard to do. All I ever thought about was his smooth skin and beautiful eyes. I was barely able to control myself when we were talking. I hope we could end up as something in the future, hopefully.

Well, I should go to sleep before mama comes up here and gives me the switch for being up so late writing.

Tomorrow I am going to speak to him again. This time I won't be gawking at him. I do want to learn more about him.