Okay, so I… kinda have no idea how to start this thing. Do I introduce myself? Will anyone besides me ever even read this? (Oh God, I hope not!)
I dunno. Wow, this is getting awkward already… Might as well just jump in, huh?
So… my dad got me this new journal for my birthday. And it’s pretty cool, I guess… I used to have one when I was little, but I wasn’t allowed to keep it. Kind of a long story… Some stupid kid drama with me and my sister. But we’re older now. And ‘wiser’, I guess (or whatever that old saying is).
Okay, maybe Lina’s not that much wiser. But… better, at least. And my other sister Gabriela’s not quite as bad as Lina was at her age, so… That’s something, right?
Anyway, dad decided it was finally time I was allowed to have it back. (About time, jeez!) And actually, he gave me two presents this morning – my old journal from when I was a kid, and this new one.
And I was definitely grateful — it was a really cute gift and all, don’t get me wrong… But to tell you the truth, I guess I was kinda expecting something a little more… I dunno. Flashy, I guess?
I mean, when Natalia Jager turned sixteen, she would NOT shut up about that fancy sports car her parents got for her. Or the diamond necklace from her boyfriend. Her COLLEGE boyfriend. Yeah, she won’t shut up about him either. Ugh. I can’t stand that stupid bitch… Or any of those other slutty popular girls she’s always hanging out with.
Anyway, at first I was thinking about picking up where I left off in the old one. But I was flipping through those old pages and… It was bad. Like, “horrifically-embarrassing” bad. “Never show your face in public again”-bad. Part of me thinks that thing needs a date with a paper shredder… Or a bonfire. But I guess I’ll keep it.
I mean, I gotta admit, it IS kinda fun to look back on some of those old entries.
Especially the ones about Diego.
All these years later, and he’s still my best friend. One of my only friends, really. But I don’t mind. I don’t think I need anyone else.
And tonight, he gave me the best birthday present of all… One I’d been wishing for for years.
We’d just had some cake with my parents and sisters, and I was walking with him to the street corner, like I usually do. We were just talking – no big deal. Same as any other night…
But there was something about the way he was looking at me.
He’d never looked at me like that before. I don’t think anyone’s ever looked at me like that.
It was almost a little weird, actually. He was just STARING. A little freaky, right? So I called him out on it, and asked him what he was looking at.
“You.” He said.
And then he told me I was beautiful.
Ahhhhh! Was I dreaming?!
I don’t think so.
Because I’ve dreamt of kissing Diego for almost as long as I can remember.
And let me tell you…
That was better than any dream.