Dear Diary that shouldn't be trusted because Eriol put his grimy paws on it.
Lemme just start off with something nice, I HATE MY SISTERS! What kind of impression was that on Sakura? I seriously started to doubt if she could still breathe while in their 'hug'.
My mom scares me. Let's never speak of her again.
Sakura seems to be happy while staying at our place :) Guess what? As a little surprise, I ordered the housekeepers to redo her guestroom for her. It's now the palest pink with white cherry blossoms. I learnt Sakura's favorite colours are pink and white, so I called beforehand.
Oh, and the room she's staying is, is mine :)
Fuutie is dragging us to 36 China Town again, but Sakura or Tomoyo haven't seen it. Guess who's gonna show up there? None other then the infamous Eriol himself. Whoopi-di-Doo! I'm absolutely jumping for joy, shouting in joy. Note the sarcasm please.
I've been distancing myself from Sakura lately. It's extremely hard because she's got the room across from me. I really want to tell her how I feel, but how do I tell Sakura that I REALLY like her? How do you tell a friend you have feelings for them? What if we do start going out, break up, and be too embarrassed to talk to each other?
Bah, as If I'm gonna let that happen. I'm still confused about those kisses though. Why did I not tell her I liked her then? What stopped me? I think I care a bit too much about Sakura, is that why I backed off, so she wouldn't get hurt?
Yes, I do care for her, heaps. I'm still wondering, what if it's something stronger then that? I'm not gonna go all mushy and stuff, but I seriously think I love her.
What's there not to love about her? Her personality, her charms, her smile, her pretty eyes, I never want to see her cry. Never. If anyone ever makes her cry, they've got me too watch out for.
Uh Oh, Mushy side showing. I still keep embarrassing myself. I remember when every time she would pass me at school, I would try to say hi, but nothing every came out of my mouth. I still remember every time I would gaze at her, and then she would turn around with a little cute frown on her face and ask if something was on her. I remember how red I always got, and then practically bashed my head against the table.
I can't believe how pathetic I sound, how weak I seem, but you have to understand what she does to me, even if I can't understand it. Look, let me put it into words you might be able to understand: Sakura makes me weak at the knees with her smile and makes me wanna sink at the ground every time she sees my red face and my stomach and chest feels all raspy, like someone is squeezing them tight, and my head goes whoozy.
I love Sakura.
Oh. Dear. God.