I Found An Old Diary Of Mine.
It is about three years old, and most of its entries are about my
day. But I flipped towards the back of the diary, and there was
his name, in a heart. Following that, there were entries stating-
"My wish for 2008 is for him to like me" and "Why won't he give
me a chance?" I find it funny how I still like him like that, years
later. There's just something that keeps me holding on, when I
should let go. I still am waiting and waiting for that one chance.
♥