Dear Diary/songbook,
Tonight it was very cold in my room. I've been shivering all night. I crawled into bed like I usually do but kept tossing and turning trying to get comfortable and warm. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something slung over my desk chair. I turned on my bedside lamp and saw that it was Austin's jacket. He had come over earlier and I guess he left it here. I picked it up. It was bright red (my favorite color) and smelled like pancakes. Of course. Austin loves pancakes. I shivered involuntarily as I felt a draft pass through me. Feeling slightly embarrassed even though I was alone, I put on Austin's jacket. I'm sure he won't miss it for one night.
As always when I started thinking about Austin, I couldn't stop. He is such a great guy. I can't believe I went from being irritated by him when I first met him to now being in love with him. If you told me that day that I would fall in love with the boy played drums with corndogs, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, wrapped up in his hoodie, enjoying the smell of pancakes while I write this journal entry.
I remembered the day I first starting falling for him. It was the same day I was supposed to sing The Butterfly Song but Austin did it for me. He said he didn't want me to suffer. So sweet! Watching him perform, I began thinking about our relationship and if we could ever be more.
I wonder if he ever feels the same way. Do the same questions run through his mind? Or am I just Ally? Ally his friend, Ally his partner, Ally the girl who's already stuck in the friend zone? I'm over thinking this. I'm going to go to bed, but I have a feeling I will dream about a certain blonde musician.
Love, Ally D