journal entry from ’15
My 16th birthday is coming up in 8 months and 11 days.
I’m pretty nervous.
Nervous about the future, mostly. Nervous about the decisions I’m going to make. Nervous about meeting you.
Statistics say I have an 82% chance that I’ve already met you or I am going to meet you when I’m 16. But I realize everybody’s different. So we might’ve met when I was 6 and at DisneyWorld, or we might meet in the streets of London (once I actually travel to London… Which means I’ll be in my mid-30’s). But whatever or whoever I meet, I promise to keep my heart pure. I don’t want you to have broken pieces, I want you to have it all.