dearest diary,

Still I wonder how I might save others as one person has saved me. He seems as a thief silently stealing my heart as I believe I’m stealing is...Ha-ha does that make me a thief…oh my! We have talked but yet I can’t seem to go a minute without my mind saying “I wonder if he is thinking of me as I him?” I sit with my heart gone but a feeling of assurance that my heart is safe. But not only does his words leave me breathless and lightheaded but also his kiss and his touch as he gently leads his hand…no I mustn’t think like this but his kiss?...well its almost protective yet soft as a lightly writing feather. For I know I have much to consider with the perception of a fifteen year old but like I said before my heart makes more decisions then my mind. And judging by heart my perception is complete. This is love. and I love

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[Writing Angel]

I love him at the end....