the Wednesday girl- Demi Lovato

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I had been thinking about her a lot over the past week. I didn't run after her after she ran out of the house, even though I really wanted to, cause I wasn't wearing shoes and by the time I'd put them on she was out of sight. I had jumped in my car and drove around a little, but I didn't find her. I hoped she'd made it home safe, though. I found myself being extremely worried for her.
I was very relieved though, when I didn't find my address posted anywhere on Twitter or TMZ or any other place and I wasn't being followed by anyone. It made me very happy to know that she hasn't publicized my information and it only made me wanna see her more, as I felt myself waiting for Wednesday. But it was Wednesday today and it was already passed 5.45 and I still hadn't seen her. I'd been waiting by the window since 5.20 and if anyone would have been watching me, they'd probably think I was really weird. But I had to see her again. I had to make sure she was okay.
I rememebered how she'd come 10 minutes late last time, cause she was having a hard time walking, so I decided to wait a few more minutes. But as the clock was inching closer to 6 o'clock, I was giving up hope of seeing her today. I hoped it was because she was driving instead of walking, as it was very cold outside, and it wasn't because she was sick or anything. Even though I would also be okay with her having gone on a vacation to get some rest, since she seemed to need that, too.

I decided to move away from the window, I couldn't stand a wait for her all evening. I had also decided last week that it was time for me to go back into music, slowly but surely, and I had to prepare a few things for my first meeting tomorrow. I made sure to sit on the couch in a position that I could still see out the window, though. Just in case she'd walk by anyway, I wanted to see her. But as it was getting later and darker outside, I figured she wasn't coming. And I kinda laughed at myself for feeling so sad that I hadn't seen her. I didn't know the girl, I didn't even know her name, but I had really been looking forward to seeing her and I was upset that I hadn't. I went to bed feeling very sad that night, hoping a week would go by fast and I'd see her again next Wednesday.

I didn't end up having to wait a week to find out that she was okay.
I wasn't home, I was in a meeting with my team, but when I came back late in the evening, there was a package in front of my door with a little note. I picked it up and brought it in, putting in on my kitchen table, before taking off my coat and shoes. I was very curious to know what it was, or who it was from, so I didn't waste any extra time and once I was comfortable, I made my way back to the kitchen. I opened the little bag and inside was a small white mug that said thank you in red. It was filled with a piece of green floral foam and a red rose sticking out of it. There was also a tiny little white bear sitting on the foam that was holding an even tinier little red heart in it's hands. It was the cutest little thank you gift I'd ever gotten and I couldn't wait to read the note. I was curious to know who it was from, even though I had a strong hunch that it was from the Wednesday girl.

Just wanted to thank you for taking care of me after clumsily falling on my face in front of your house last week. I wanted to come by earlier, but unfortunately I didn't get the chance to, but as I always like to say; better late then never. I hope you like this adorable little thank you mug, I saw it in the store and I couldn't leave it on the shelf, it was too cute and screaming my name, begging for me to buy it. Oh and don't be afraid, I may be a big fan, but I didn't tell anyone that I know your adress. It's our little secret. Even though, technically I now have something I can blackmail you with once I find a reason to ;) (I hope you know I'm joking, I'd never blackmail you.) Anyway, I'm rambling so I'll stop writing now. Thank you again!
Lots and lots of love (And hopefully no more falls),
The weird girl that ran out of your house in embarrassment.