part 1

just a note about these posts:
i don't know what you would call these, they are based on real events that have happened so i guess it's a journal, but they are slightly sensationalised for the reader.
anyway. they're part of an on-going 'project', the story is not over yet, to these posts may seem a little unlinked and hard to follow. i guess that's life for you though. anyway. enjoy these as and when they come (:
thanks for reading people.

26/10/08
I love those autumn days when you feel the sun, warm on your back through your coat and scarf and jumper, and the wind whips your hair up and it lashes your ice-cold cheeks. I love the juxtaposition of warm inside, cold outside. It’s one of those days today, and you’ve just text me, and I’m lying on my bed with the window open letting the cold air in, thinking of that walk in the dark by the lake when your hand touched my back as I leant to avoid a puddle. I’m trying to pluck up the courage to be honest, but it’s not that easy as I’m not entirely sure what the truth is. This is not what I imagined falling in love to be like - infact, I thought I had fallen in love so this experience is just baffling to me.
I’m wearing an outfit I’ve never worn before today. I don’t know whether that means anything or not. Maybe you’re making me be more adventurous, maybe I’m just trying to get myself used to change. I’m nervous and I’ve not even made a decision yet. How did we get to this point? I know something has changed as I’m writing this, I haven’t written in ages.