His name was Bryce and I was head over heels the first day I met him. We were three, at the Caring Center and loving every moment of our friendship. At least I was. I had my first kiss with him, in fact. It was the end of our play date (the phrase seems so fitting now), but I couldn't just leave, so I kissed him. Nothing too risque, just on the cheek. I was a toddler at the time, but it felt amazing. I rode home with "Won't you marry me, Bryce?" playing in my head.
Sometimes when I am on the blogger, I read some of my classmates stories. I read Tajh's and saw that him and Dyamond are going on prom. I am not sure why I never suggested this when I knew the prom situation was becoming frustrating to both of them. Now that I know they are both happy about prom, I really can't wait. It's going to be so much fun!
With so much work with benchmarks, classwork, scholarships and family, it's nice to know that I have a relaxing fun weekend ahead. I promised myself to not let anything get in the way of that. If Tajh comes I hope his money is safe and stored away in his wallet, so he cant blame me for it falling out of his pocket.