Dear Diary,He hugged me again.He opened his arms and asked for one in the hallway.I know I'm not supposed to give him hugs.I'm not supposed to give him anything.He's everywhere.I've watched three movies in a row with the name "Ryan".He's in the halls.He's in my dreams.Everywhere.But when I hug him I close my eyes and for once am happy.I shouldn't hug him.Especially if I'm trying to get over...

I love him.He knows...I love him.He doesn't care.Everywhere I go he is there.When I see him my face gets bright red.I get embarassed easily around him.Is that love?He makes me feel confident, safe, on top of the world.Is that love?He sees me in the hallway and goes right for a hug.His arms wrap around.I love that feeling.I think that is love. All of it. The feeling I get around him. Everything.My...

You maybe believe only the things you hear but I believe things I see and things I experience. In this case I do believe if I had sex with him he'd be mine right now. I believe if I let his hands move further I wouldn't be the same person I am now. I'm old enough to make my own choices and I know what I would've changed if I could go back to that night. I would make him mine. I would make him want...