Summer days

Well, things have been crazy lately. My dog died. He was about 14 years old. He was the best dog I've ever had. I miss him so much. I keep walking in the house expecting Biscuit to be at the top of the steps waiting for me. But as long as he isn't in pain anymore, I'm happy.

Patrick finally asked me to be his girlfriend. He's been waiting for months now. And of course I said yes. He is amazing, and funny. He is so cute and he always says the sweetest things. He tells me I'm beautiful everyday. He always makes me smile. I heard his voice for the first time in months the last night. I was so happy.

I have these feelings like I love him, but we've been best friends for almost a year. But I don't know, its been a while since we've had anything going on besides on Gmail chat. I've always had a thing for him. But I'm just gonna take it slow. I'm scared. I don't want to get hurt again. If we weren't best friends I don't think I'd be able to be open with him or get close to him now. That's probably the only reason that I feel like this about him. I can't wait to see him.