Sunday, October 16. 7:39pm.
Dear Journal,
Everyone at school knows what happened. At least, they think they know.
They've been talking about it all over Facebook, spreading lies they think are the truth. But they don't know the truth. Nobody knows. Except for us. Vanessa and I..
And that's all that matters. I don't care what happens next. I just need her in my life. As long as I have her, I don't need anything else. She's the only thing that's ever on my mind. I even sent her roses, to show her my love for her. I didn't put my name on them or anything. She'll know I sent them.
She's all that matters to me. I don't care about anything else. She's perfect. She's smart, funny, and beautiful. The first time I saw her, I was in awe. Her dark chestnut hair was long and flowing, ending at the small of her back. Her smile was breathtaking; her dimples were the sun itself, glimmering in the summer. Her eyes, oh, her eyes were paralyzing. Every time I stared into them, I got lost in a sea of swirling emerald green. Light freckles were splattered across her cheeks and nose. I always wanted to trace my fingers over them, connecting the dots.
She's my everything. I'm not going to let anything come between us.
