Dear Diary,
Today I realised something amazing, but sad. I love Brady. Not in the brother-sister way though, in the 'I wanna grab the front of your shirt and make out with you' type of love.
The sad part about it, is that I think Brady doesn't love me back, he doesn't flirt anymore. I can't cry though, because my creative imagination keeps making up romantic things that me and dream-Brady could do. Like hiding in a cave on the island and kissing sensually, to sitting in the middle of the beach, and watching the sunset, or the stars, my head resting on his shoulder. It's so romantic.
Poor Ted, who is one of our island children, he keeps trying to get me and Brady to hold hands. I think it's sweet, but I think Brady thinks it's stupid, because he is always pulling his hand away. I wish I could just hold his hands, and feel a spark. Or kiss him and see fireworks.
Guess it'd all just be a dream though, right?
Lots of love and tears,
Little Lonely Island Girl