Sunday, July 2nd
Dear Diary,
I’m back home in Florida, but I wish I was still at Lutheridge. I keep remembering little things like playing with the salt shaker at lunch, singing a song for our saying grace. I’m homesick for Lutheridge. We spent the night at the same hotel as we did last year when we went to an Atlanta Braves game. It was in Tifton. Mom thinks Jason (aka Forrest) is the nicest, most well behaved young man. He’s not that all the time. I’ve been having thoughts about the kiss between me and Jon. I know everything it happened but I feel weird inside. It’s almost like it didn’t happen. I want it to be real but I just can’t remember everything. I hope it was because I told lots of people and I wrote it in here. I would never lie to my journal.
I wrote a song called “Just Maybe” and it’s about Friday night. I’ll write it:
“Just maybe”
I lost my heart that night
when I looked into your eyes
I felt safe in your arms
where no one could do me harm
I took a chance
by asking you to dance
Something happened inside my brain
I’ll never be the same
Chorus:
Just maybe we’ll see
the same stars tonight
If I look into your eyes
everything will be alright
Just maybe
You’ll remember me
I felt your lips on mine
Then we said our goodbyes
We went our separate ways
But I still think of you every day
Chorus x2
Just Maybe
In case you didn’t know it was about me n Jon. The kiss seems weird. I guess I’m going through denial. I loved it, in fact I wish more had happened. But it is all over with. I’ll probably never see him again. I wrote him and 4 of my friends today and I’ll mail them tomorrow. If he writes me back I’ll send him the song. I wish Jon lived here in Clearwater, Florida. I wouldn’t care what mom and dad would think. I would want to see him. I’m allowed to group date but I don’t have to worry about that since my true love lives in North Carolina. I may be just pretending that he likes me. I hope he does. Would you kiss someone you’d met 30 minutes ago if you didn’t like them.? I wouldn’t. I’ll always remember Lutheridge ’95 because on Friday, June 30th, 1995 I got my first kiss. It might have been just a peck but I don’t care. A kiss is still a kiss.
Love, Danielle
Notes:
What I love most about this is that I feel the need to explain what the song is about not just once, but twice.
danielle dreger 