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Well, this is going to be my first and last attempt at a
diary, or journal I should really say. Since I am more
mature than a diary haha...
Well, it's Saturday, September 22nd, of the year 2002.
Right now, I'm 19 years old, I live with my boyfriend Brad
in a house in Scottsdale, Arizona. A little history on us,
and that's exactly what it is, little. Bradley Ryan
Johnson, my dreams come true. I haven't left him since the
first day I went to his house. He invited me over just to
hang out, then he invited me back to spend the night. It
was great, nothing happened except some sweet kisses. We
didn't even have sex for like 2 weeks. I know that sounds
stupid because it was only 2 weeks, but you know how things
are these days. As of today, we have been together almost
2 months, it will be 2 months on the 27th of this month.
These past 2 months have been amazing. I don't know how
many times I've thought to myself that he is going to be
the one. I haven't told him that I love him yet, only
because I don't want to jinx anything. Steve and I told
each other really soon in the relationship that we loved
each other....yeah we stayed together for a year and a
half, but look where things are now. Oh, yeah, Brad is
30. 11 years, it's a long time, and people seem to react
like it's disgusting, but I don't really care what they
say. He makes me happy, he's more mature so he can handle
the fact that I hang out with mostly guys, and well, he
really doesn't act or look like he's 30, but whatever.
Opposites attract, and we're living proof. We're not
complete opposites, we have a lot in common actually. More
than I ever would have guessed. But for once in his life,
Jeremy was right, because for some reason, he knew that
Brad and I would be good together, and that we are.
And for tonight, that shall be it.