my musician has once more come and gone. which is perhaps why i have been slacking with my writing. mr. fritters is going to be angry with me. i can already feel his disappointment piercing me through the air from miles and miles away. but i don't care. not at this moment anyways.
i am sitting in my living room watching the cars drive by. but when i turn the other way what do i see you ask? why it is an entire living room full of white roses. on the desk, on the table, on the chairs, on the bookshelves, on the floor. last night there were candles too. it was by far the most romantic night of my entire life. i have to hand it to the musician, he sure knows how to impress a girl.
there was a song written for me, followed by my favorite dinner, and then the flowers and candles and, well, everything else that goes along with it.
it was so good, i can't help but be myself and wonder why. one would think that knowing he did this for me just because he has fallen for me would be enough. but unfortunately thanks to dear scott, i can no longer just accept a night like this one without wondering if he is compansating for something that would hurt me. i hate that. it is killing me today that i am thinking that way. damn scott. he still gets to me and i think that is the saddest part of the whole situation.
i hope it wont always be this way...
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