[ENTRY 56..✍️]
Cara Dean just left and I could finally be naked again. I managed to sleep for a few hours before she arrived, thankfully, and the headache disappeared when I awoke so I took a shower. She wanted to sleep over and I wanted it, too, but her dad was looking for her already.
She showed me a recent pic of Antoine (my 4th grade sweetheart) on Instagram and gosh, he's become so manly now. I mean, at least that's what he looks like in the photo. Tanned, strong, masculine features.. I was almost tempted to say he was handsome.
I've always thought he was gay that's why I found it ridiculous when some of our classmates (back when we were still in 4th grade) said that during a game of "Truth or Dare", when asked who his crush was, he said me, hence the birth of our "4th Grade Sweethearts" label—which, by the way, ridiculously stretched all the way to high school.
But during senior year, Christmas party, despite my conviction that he was homosexual, I developed a transitory crush on him because he looked cute in the sweatshirt he was wearing. I wrote it in my diary and Cara, being the sneaky arse bitch that she was, took it from my bag when I was away and read everything about it.
I'm going to share my full history with Antoine some other time because he's one of the guys who marked the highlights of my childhood romance—the sweetest days of my youthful innocence. For now, I need sleep.
Nanight.