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Being confused is exhausting.

We went on a date today.

It was very nice, and I smile as I write this because it really was. And you told me I looked pretty and I'm pretty sure I blushed a color pink that made roses jealous.

And you wore a tie and I found that adorable, because who wears ties to dinner? But I wore a dress so I had no room to complain. And the way your glasses slid down a bit when you spoke was so cute that it made me lose focus more than once. I'm sure you noticed.

But I'm confused...

Because you seem really great, but I don't know if I think that or if everyone is telling me to think that. It's frustrating because my family loves you, probably more than they love me and I don't know if I like spending time with you because I like your company or if it's because it's what my family wants.

My dad has already told us that you're too good for me and I saw the way it made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry for that. Let's just say he's a little difficult sometimes, but he likes you so I'm sure you'll be okay.

I want to like you, trust me I do. At least I think I do.

Hearts are traitorous things.

Anyway, we'll be seeing each other next week. I hope it's as great as tonight was because it was the first time in a long time that I've laughed that hard. And I'm pretty sure I almost spit once, I'm sorry for that too...how very unladylike of me.

I have one more wish.

Please don't hurt me like the others.

Ive already done that crap, it wasn't fun.

Yeah, let's not do that again.

~ S