I woke up this day then wore my favorite black dress. I love it, it makes me look thinner that my actual size.
Went to my Bestfriend in school who is probably angry since I'm late.
"You're late." He said as he reads his notes.
Those thick lashes of his, his fair complexion, his red lips. Everything about him was just too perfect.
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Elementary:
Hey Journal! I'm so happy this day! I met a new friend, he came from another school. I think he's cute. I kind of have a crush on him but I can't tell him, he doesn't look at me the way I look at him. I know it.
Highschool:
I'm pulling his head towards my shoulder as he cries how he failed our trigonometry test since he's thinking about this girl who broke his heart. He even entered a selection in a school competition just to express his so called feelings. I really really like him. I just couldn't tell him, he doesn't look at me the way I look at him. I know it.
Graduation Ball:
He offered me a dance, and I know there's nothing beyond that. He was just too perfect. I kind of love him now, but I know he doesn't look at me the way I look at him. I know it.
Seven Years Later:
I'm now sitting at the park watching my bestfriend play with his children and wife. I still do love him. I just know that he doesn't look at me the way I look at him. I know it.
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I woke up and wore my favorite black dress. I don't like wearing it, it makes me feel lonely. I got to my car and went to the funeral, I comforted his wife and children. It has been 18 years from our graduation ball. He's too young to go back to where he came from. I still love him. I really really do.
As a remembrance of him, they read an entry that he wrote in his highschool days. It was just typical till it reached it last part, "I'm really really in love with her. I just could not tell her, she doesn't look at me the way I look at her, and I know it."
Tears started to fall.
