I was happy he was happy. I was in heaven. It was just so perfect I couldn’t ask for more.

I’d love it when he’d hold my hands with his. I would wonder if he was trying to hold my hand or if he was really just trying to help.

I never thought learning to throw a basketball right could be so romantic. I felt so close to him, and I wonder if he feels the same.

At times I feel like he loves me back, but at other time I’m not sure. I think he’s just afraid to show it. Even though my friends say that he does like me, and that it obvious that he treats me differently then the rest of them.

I’m still not sure, but as we become closer I can very vagly see us together in the future. Whats holding us back is him not showing his feeling clearly or is it me not being able to read his feeling.

Maybe I'm just to afraid of becoming heartbroken.

When my mom came to pick me up I was smiling and I felt like twirling around in circles.

“Whats your problem?”my mom said.

“Oh nothing I just had a good time”