" Dear Diary,
I love him. I have to love him. It's my destiny. He's perfect in every single way. From high a top his brown wavy hair, to his feet. It's not hard to see that he is the one for me."
As I was writting in my diary about Will, my mother was calling me down for dinner. Tonight she was making her home-made sweet potatoe pot pie. It's our families secret recipe. Granddad used to make it all the time when i was a little girl.That sweet potatoe pot pie is the closest to heaven my tongue will ever be.
When we got settled at the table, Johnny started to pray. " Lord, thank you for this amazing day. Momma didn't have to deal with that really mean ladie at work at all! I apperciate you for answering our prayers. May we lift up all of the all of the people in the world who can't sit down at a table and enjoy a nice hot mean like we are about to enjoy. Lord I just wanna pray for my sister maylee to get a good grade on her test tomorrow. May you be with her every step of the way. In your precious name we pray, Amen." Momma and I smiled at him. He smiled back, took a big bite, and took another. Just so you know, Johnny is my older brother and he is 17 years old today.
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After everyone was sleeping, I went upstairs to my room. I grabbed my guitar and started writting the ending of my song for Will.
" I can see how she hurts you, i swear to God its been 2,000 times that shes played you like a fool.."
I wish he could stop going to her like she was everything he could have. Why not me Will? Why her?
