Notes

I wish Tyeson was sleeping with me. Sometimes he falls asleep on the couch, and I get lonely in the bedroom. I'm too used to him being in bed. It always hurts to see him on the couch, but I don't want to beg because if he wanted to come to bed, he'd be here. I wonder if I'm giving too much love. It's endless love and support I feel I have for him. I'm always so proud of him and everything he does. I love trying new things with him but sometimes I worry. What if we don't make it? I really want this. I truly do. Nothing would make me happier than to grow old and see his old person beard. have his children or travel. I want this with him and him...alone. I've never had someone look at me like I'm special. It's alot but I do like it. I like the way his eyes trail my body. When I met him, something he was really good at was eye contact and me not so much. It was always so scary with teachers and parents. I would just look up for a couple seconds when I talked to him. When we looked at each for those couple of seconds it's like time stopped for what felt like forever. I quickly looked away though. All I knew is I hope I don't get my heart broken again. I hope it's not one sided...I hope it's better than my moms.