Dear Diary

Last night was perfection.

Brian and I spent the entire night holding each other until early this morning when the sun began to rise. His mother had come into his room and seen us huddled together on his bed. I thought we would get into trouble, but she simply smiled and shut the door.

Brian had fallen asleep sometime around one in the morning, while I stood awake trying to memorize everything that was him.

I had forgotten how peaceful he looked ...