January 1, 2009
I threw a really big party tonight. People came to it, and it was beautiful. I danced with half a dozen boys who all attended because they love me-- and I danced with one who might actually love me a little for real. He squeezed my hand when I brushed his fingers and my heart raced when we just danced in silence. I felt pretty and I knew, even though he didn't say it, he thought I looked pretty too. I felt pretty with him. I wanted to hold his hand and it felt easy and normal, like I might, but I didn't, and he didn't kiss me at midnight.
I should liked to have kissed him.
That was a really great party, Julie. Let's have another one this year.
2 comments:
I vote for another party this year. Count me in for real. It can be an anniversary of sorts for you. :)
You convinced me. Good convincing skills.
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