January 30, 2013
A little more than a year ago my therapist had given me a journal to write my innermost thoughts and feelings. Inside this journal I had been given are mainly short little stories I had created about people I have come into contact with. Everything is romanticized inside my journal, and this is one of those entries.
This particular entry was written a little over a week after I met my (now) boyfriend, about a make believe meeting that really never happened. The basic idea is there, but this never really happened.
This particular entry was written a little over a week after I met my (now) boyfriend, about a make believe meeting that really never happened. The basic idea is there, but this never really happened.