Ace

5

June 24th, 2015

The past two weeks have been weird. I

Don't really understand it all that much. That gangs been hitting other shops, leaving them dry as hell. But for whatever the reason, the cops just can't figure out who did it. The only piece of evidence left behind every crime scene was a single Ace card. Sometimes an ace of diamonds, sometimes an ace of spades. I guess it just depended on their mood. All I know is i'm freaking out, because you know what I found in the bushes near the shop? An ace of hearts. I swear..i'm freaked the fuck out. I told my dad but he's trying his hardest to pass it off as nothing. He said if I keep finding them I should tell him. I said okay. So I guess right now I should just hang tight and calm down.

And to calm down, I'm going to coo

About Adam. He came to the shop! I don't remember telling him where it was, but nonetheless, he visited me. AND also gave me his number! He and I have also gone out on a few dates. Dates where we just sat and listened to Frank Sinatra at the park. God..he loves Sinatra. He told me one day he'd play Sinatra for me on his record player. I'm falling hard for him, I really am. He makes me forget some of the bad things that happen in life. And while we've barely known each other for a month, I feel as if I can trust him with my life. I won't let myself fall too hard, though. I'm beginning to think of him night and day, during work I lose focus, which isn't unlike me but it happens so much more often..no wonder they say love is blinding! I should ask my mom what to do, but she'd just want to meet him and i'm not ready for that. I wouldn't say we're exactly dating, yet. You know? Oh shit. I'm getting a call, I'll be right back.

Haha remember when like an hour ago

I said I wouldn't let myself fall that hard for him? Fuck that. If i'm gonna fall, I might as well land face first on the hard concrete of love. Don't get me wrong, it will probably end with my face a bloodied mess. But who cares? I've never loved before, and it's like the hardest drug ever. He called me, and he told me all about his day, and I told him about mine. A five minute invitation out to dinner easily turned into an hour long discussion about the color yellow. He said he hates the color yellow, but I swear I'll change his mind. By the way, I said yes. He'll be busy this week, but he promised by next week he'll take me out. I didn't even hesitate, I quickly said yes. I'll spend this entire week dreaming of it. Speaking of dreaming, I need to get to bed. I have a long and boring day of work tomorrow. Thank you for listening to me be annoying, whoever is reading. Goodnight!

-Isaiah