I see her tomorrow. Four o'clock. I can't wait. I want to tell her everything. About writing this. About how my heart cries for her every night. About how I cry. My pain. Despite how much I crave to be heard I also want to protect her from the horrors of my emotions. I want to tell her all the good that has come out of me loving her. How I have decided that I will create a new life for her if she asks me to. How I will be the best me that I can be when I am around her. How her laugh makes my heart soar. How if someone makes her hurt I will make them be in desperate need of a doctor. I want to tell her everything and yet I cannot. I can't let her know. She must never know of how much I love her. How completely undone she has made me feel. How whole I am when I am with her.
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Whomever
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.
