Stuck In Love
ng down everything, the encounter with Raymond, our small talk, what happened at the gym, everything. I always
read it again. It is like having a secret friend who no one knows about. Tell the journal eve
and not to get judged upon. Unfortunately, I didn't have a best friend, at least not when I needed the most. Most of my High Sc
sorrow. That's the story of 'how I survi
ash
aven't written in it for a while now. I write in my journal whenever I feel low or need someone to talk to. No one knows abo
t the diary before Raymond
again but the diary was in his hand, far away from my reach. We both stood on the floor now, and I gave a last attempt at getting
journal back, I knew strength wouldn't ace with him. So I looked right into
w he respects me too much, he would never read m
tell me what is in this?
umbled in a
I wanted no one to know about the journal was because I was afraid that someone might steal it and reveal my entries to everyone. As I said, I w
sary for every High School to follow these stereotypes? Why can'
hool bullying. Thin, lanky, tall with shoulder lengt
one day, I remember sitting in the library in my free period when I heard the sound of someone sobbing from behind the shelf. That was when I last saw him, crying
the populars, the cheerleading squad, the music group, the nerds, they're all categor
ace. I took a deep breath before telling him about the
p a journal?
e down whatever I'm feeling in this, mostly the pain
eriously?", he
hool when you don't even have a fr
. He has always had friends, he doesn't kno
m closer to his lips and placed a light kiss on t
me", he c
y chin and
urnal, alright?"he promised me. That was the time I knew I c
to tell me that he will always keep his words. He made me fell in love
le I placed a kiss on his lips. I always loved our slow kisses, his gentle touch, the way his hands hold me with
hback
a spot on the page. It is not the first time I cried writing my journal. This memory of us hits me every t
ournal. He had promised me that I n
e are