Dear Diary,
Sigh! It's been a while. And while I know I haven't been very good about writing in you lately, I feel that the events of the past week stirred me enough to warrant another write.
I've been out of the smashing loop since July, and since then I haven't missed much. With school johns, financial emosies, and all sorts of other drama-llama stuff better left in high school, I hadn't had too much time to think of smash, aside from the fact that I miss everybody terribly.
But that's not why I'm writing in you, diary, it's about something else.
As you're well aware, there has been a very special companion in my life with me for the past few years, someone who rarely ever lets me down, who never fails to make me feel special. He's been the light of my life, and has taken me to all sorts of places and introduced me to many of his friends; friends that I will cherish forever. He has truly turned me into a better person.
I can never quite describe the feeling he gives me each time we get started, it's wonderful. And it will always be wonderful, we promised each other.
Or so I thought.
About this time last year, I met somebody else who also made me feel worth my weight (all sixty-seven pounds of it) in gold; this person was truly someone special. He was so robust and adorable and, maybe more than anything else, made me reconsider what love is.
But that's just it. I couldn't decide where to put my heart. They were both so wonderful, amazing even. How could I choose? They were both so adorable!
But Diary, I'm here to tell you that after many months of pain and anguish, I've finally made a decision of who I love more. I have a confession to make, I'm just dying to scream it to the world and you're the only one who can hear my cry. You're the only who'd understand any of it, diary.
Diary, I choose Brawl.
