Just a joke,
Bryce. Please
don’t be mad.
Please don’t
dump me.
Buzz!
I jump. Afraid
to look. But
glad when I do.
Good. C u
Sunday.
I SOAR
Up, up, dangerously close
to heaven, and I’m not
the slightest bit afraid.
I
have never even once in
my life felt like this before.
Like anything is possible.
No matter how messed up I
am,
this amazing guy cares
about me. Maybe even
loves me. That’s seriously
crazy.
My aura must be all the way
past toffee, to coppery.
Gold, even. I have an
in-
sane urge to tell someone