I saw her again yesterday. She is as beautiful as ever. Owl seeing went terribly. Didn't see any. She says that it was rainy and cold. Like her husband I hope. I miss her. I feel bad about hoping that her husband is cold. I should feel bad. I learned that she is fucking beautiful in any pair of jeans not just one. I also learned that her hugs are the best things in the world. Her heart was beating faster than it should have been. I think she may like me. I hope that she feels the same way I do. She wanted to be a lawyer at one point. She became a writer instead. She loves nature and everything to do with it. For once I have hope. I hope that she loves me. I really hope she loves me.
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RomanceI've been hopelessly in love with Suzanne. I've started crushing on Red. What's going to happen? No clue. This is all true. My life, my love. No lies here. This is my journal.
