Today is the first day of my life. No, I wasn't born today. I'm fifteen years old and loving it. Today was the day that everything became right, or the way it seemed it was supposed to be. Today I realized that I had fallen head–over-heels in love with (I'm talking 100 percent, crazy, insane, mad about him in love) my best friend. The only problem is…HE'S MY BEST FRIEND! You may think, "No big deal, he's your best friend. He'll love you!" You are wrong again. He has dated other girls, and I've gotten jealous the whole time. There is no way he could like me! I'm the simple blond with blues eyes and a ditzy personality. Come on, no guy wants that. Phil is too perfect, anyways. The way he smiles at me, the way he laughs, and he always explains things to me if I don't understand. He has never even said, "I told you so!" One time, he was right. All he did was comfort me. He is such a wonderful person that I don't know if there is anyone good enough for him. Even if I was good enough, there is something else. It's a deep secret that basically prohibits all commitments, love, etc. My best friend grew up over a hundred years from now. He's from the future. I can't tell a soul, and that is why this journal can't surface, but the real problem is what if he goes back? The only reason he's been here so long was because his time machine broke down. What if it gets fixed? What if he leaves? Then what? My life would never be the same. I probably wouldn't be able to function right anymore. My life would be a mess. I hope his time machine never gets fixed, but now I feel selfish. I hope that what comes later has a happy outcome for everyone. Maybe that's less selfish, but I still think about it everyday.