Dear Diary,
Liam and I are “a thing” now. He holds my hand. He calls me “Mar” for short. He’s perfect on paper. But last night, we were watching a movie at his house, and he started talking about how he wants to move to New York and become an editor. It was exciting. Dear Diary, Liam and I are “a thing” now
That’s it. No drama. No declaration. Just a small, kind act. kind act. But I saw it
But I saw it, Diary. The physics of attraction. And I wasn’t the mass in his orbit. ” I said.
“This is stupid,” I said.