I can't believe I'm still going through with this. Taking notes isn't even something I was used to before.
But lately I've been getting mixed signals.
I went to prom as Maia's date. Jill went with her friends, she claims her date was the whole best friend group she had (they were a group of 5 including her).
We danced.
Oddly enough I was one of the two guys she danced with, the other one being her cousin. The rest she danced with was people in her best friend group.
It's funny how we just exchanged glances and communicated with just our heads tilting to the direction of the dance floor and nodding.
Though it was a brief dance I couldn't help but feel really giddy inside. I shouldn't.
I should be feeling that when I danced with Maia, dancing with Jill only reminded me that (our conversation in the dance floor was her afterall). I'm Maia's date yet I failed to even be her first dance.
This is what I get for not really talking about it to anyone else other than my specific friend group (namely Justin, Jillian and a couple of Jill's friends). This just goes to show how much of a loner I am.
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Notes of a Semi Hopeless Romantic Guy
Short StoryI don't have time for diaries, yet I have time to type my rants on my notes. Not that my life is eventful, just full of stress. I know one way or another at some point in my life things will go down hill but part of me doesn't know when to stop. **...
