We had great conversations over this past weekend. We brought up something that hasn’t been brought up since it happened, which is great for us. It felt like it did back when we were close. I miss that, smores. You know I do. But since our conversation I’m worried that you’re into me for the wrong reasons. I’m not a “booty call”. I’d be very offended if that’s what you think of me as; I’d be completely hurt. I’m not like that. You know that. You always say I’m a “goody-girl” and I only did that with you because I felt pressured. So please, don’t get any ideas. I don’t wanna crush your hopes, like I “crushed your heart”. I’m afraid you’re thinking of me in the wrong way. Please, don’t go and tell everyone. It’s not that I’m ashamed of you, I’m ashamed of me. I don’t want the rumors to spread and people to think of me differently. I’m afraid for tomorrow. I hope he didn’t see our texts when he was on your phone, but something inside me tells me that he did. He’s such a loud mouth that he’ll tell for sure. Oh well, I’ll just have to hold my head high and hope for the best.