I know this isn’t a story, well, it sorta is. But not one of those made up stories, or poems. I read a journal from Allyauthor (Scratch bestie bro) and, I felt as though it ‘called to me’. Yeah, I know, that’s cheesy, but I’m not joking. I’m not a Christian, but I know to focus on my well being first. Going into the main part of the story, I have this friend. He has been my bff since we were like two. I have a BIG feeling that we are meant to be. I mean, what do you call a guy who gets you your favorite Starbucks drink, flowers, AND a teddy bear for valentines? He says that we’re just friends right now, but I don’t believe him, and I think he doesn’t believe that either. I’m so scared of losing him, that I feel as though I’m putting him first in front of other things sometimes. Seeing the journal entry, I felt as though I was to scared, and that I should just be grateful for the time I’ve had with him. I hope to spend my years with him, even if he picks someone else. I hope this can reach someone who has the same experience as me, and I hope this helps. -Liv
