Post by JULIAN COOPER on Feb 14, 2012 3:25:27 GMT
14 February 2012
Dear Journal,Julian Cooper
I guess it’s time for the words that give my sister a stroke… I met a boy.
I don’t know what it is about Henry. When I’m around him, I forget all about Jacob. About how much he hurt me. When he left me, I felt broken. Then I met Henry, and when I’m with him, I feel like I’m just waking up. Like the past six years have been a dream and I’m just now where I’m supposed to be.
But then there’s the question of “What do I do about it?” I know what Allie would say. “Be careful.”, “Protect your heart, Julian.” And I totally see where she’s coming from. But, and there’s nearly always a but, I really like Henry. Being around him makes me happy, and at some point you just have to say “Screw it” (or something to that effect) and take a risk.
It’s not like I can just walk up to him and tell him that our study sessions are the best part of my week, though. I can’t just tell him that I want to take him on one of those classic dates that you see in a Taylor Swift songs, or old, black and white movies like Casablanca where Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman fall madly in love and have an epic love affair. I can’t tell him that I want to take him to a classy restaurant and then dancing and not get him home until a time that would appall my mother.
I just can’t.
Sigh.
