Dear Diary
Sara burst through her studio apartment's front door and carelessly tossed her keys on the side table. She missed as they chimmed their way to the floor. She didn't notice. Trotting lightly across her living room she spun in her heels and flopped down on her bed.
Gazing up at the ceiling with arms outstretched, she crossed her legs and pushed her shoes off with her toes. With a mega watt smile Sara lay still, except for when her one hand began twirling a single lock of her red hair. Then with a burst of energy that seemed to come from no where, she tossed over to her stomach and reached for a small book in the night stand drawrer. She opened the journal to the first empty page and removed the pen from the spiral binding where it was lodged.
Gazing off just one more time in a kind of silly, giddy fog, she smiled greatly again and then began to write.
Dear Diary,
Today I was kissed for the first time since I arrived in L.A. I know I have been dating Billy for a while, and we kiss, but this was...well this was a real kiss. With Billy it's usually more of an obligatory thing at the end of the night, or a playful smooch as we hold hands and walk along the pier. This was different. And it wasn't Billy Diary. It was the guy I often refer to with you as, the Cubs fan.
Crazy, right?
It was so beautiful though dear old friend. Soft and perfect in every way. This was the kind of kiss that lifts your whole body up on it's toes and makes your hips tilt slightly into him. The kind of kiss that makes you stomach, flip once in that first, oh my goodness moment, but then finally relax because it recognizes the sheer perfection. The kiss that makes your hands, that seemingly never know where to be, find themselves placed casually on his arm or his body as if they have always belonged there.
It was close and intimate.
Kissing Billy is always too average...it's like Candy, Bubble Gum Pop. It's never a suprise...just what you would expect, and mass produced so that every one is content. This though. This was more like a garage band cult hit. It was gripping, compelling, stripped down to the essence, to the secret that makes it so wonderful.
I know this is full of complications Diary. I know my life possibly just got a lot harder, but I just can't think about that right now. I know I am committed to Billy. I am invested in him. And this guy...the Cubs fan...I just don't know. We have good things in common, but we also bicker quite a bit. We get into it, you know? But at the same time...the intensity is there...in a way that I don't have with Billy.
Oh I don't know. I don't know how this will turn out, but for today I am happy. Today I will flutter about my apartment like a giddy little school girl. I will day dream the rest of my afternoon and evening away with the retelling of the kiss...the reliving of the kiss and of course all of the wonderful scenarios that could play out from this perfect moment in my life. Today I choose to ignore the reality. I will not consider the consequences...nope, not for one moment. Today I am just flush with love...or at least with the idea. I may even Diary, doodle Mrs. Cubs Fan at the bottom of your pages. We'll see.
Tomorrow I will deal in reality. Today I am just happy...I've just been kissed.
Your's truly,
Mrs.... haha ....Sara.
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