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Goodbye

September 30. Friday

This week, I've reminisced on the past month of my life greatly. If I hadn't met Bill Denbrough, I would have never found someone who I truly believe is my soulmate, Richie Tozier. From the first second our eyes met, I knew he was unlike any other human I've ever encountered with. I know that sounds cheesy, but it was true. It was a true, romantic cliche that I get to live out. Now, Richie and I don't keep things from each other, when he feels anything he tells me. I watch out for him the way anyone should, I even helped clean up the scars on his thighs. Since he told me about them no new ones have arrived, and trust me I check often. Mainly because we're having a lot of sex so I see that part of his body frequently, but I'd also check out of curiosity.

Three days after we got back together, Richie and Beverly told Bill together. Richie said Bev was dying to tell him, so much so that the second he admitted things she screamed. Next came Ben and Mike. Richie and I both told them together and neither of them seemed to mind. Granted, they still think Richie partially likes girls and still considers him the "pussy king," but one thing at a time. Lastly came Stan and boy was Richie nervous, so he told him the only way he could think of; while high. Stanley laughed when the words escaped Richie's mouth but it wasn't a cruel one. It was comforting and friendly. Richie likes himself a lot more now.

Cassie, Richie, and I went for breakfast twice this past week. Her and Richie get along, not in the way they used to, but they enjoy the others company. We weren't a trio by any means, but we may be slowly getting there. The other Losers still don't speak to Cassie, but that's a work in progress. Another work in progress was Richie and I actually going public. We decided against telling anyone that wasn't in the friend group for now. We wanted to ease into things for a little while before completely letting the world know. We hold hands and kiss sometimes when around our friends and it's weird, but a good kind of weird. Like, a Black Mirror episode type of good-weird.

Most nights Richie sleeps at my house, he only goes home when it's absolutely necessary. Of course, this wasn't a permanent arrangement, but it was good for now. My mom and Richie officially met the other day, he was introduced as my friend but that's neither here nor there. She still doesn't know about all the sleepovers though. We don't know how long we have until the secret comes out to her and he's forced to go home so we take things one day at a time. There hasn't been a single night where I don't feel loved, and it's a beautiful feeling. I used to be scared of feeling things, of opening-up to someone in such an intimate way, but Richie made it easy. Just as I made a lot of things easier for him. We were good and happy, nothing saddens us nowadays. I love Richie, he loves me, and life has been exceptionally good lately. We don't keep secrets from each other and Richie doesn't keep them from his friends. We're living a good, truthful life and I have no complaints. Thank God for this move, thank God for Richie Tozier, and thank God for us.

Goodbye.

Ps, I used to write in this because I needed an outlet to express myself, but I have Richie for that now so I think I'm going to stop writing for a little while. Thank you for listening, notebook.