November 12, 1996 Tuesday
I taped Friday’s X-Files for Sidney, because she missed it the last few weeks. She was happy about it (and I’m getting the cherry pie she is making in Foods class).I was glad I could make her feel better.
Today she was sort of sad. When she wrote a letter to Willa I found out why. It is the one-month anniversary of the breakup with Lance. They had liked each other for a long time, and had gone to Prom and Homecoming together. My opinions about this (or that) is not important. I only wish that she can find a way to work through it and feel better soon. I hate to see any of my friends like this.
Tomorrow I want to show her a few entries from my journal. Particularly the ones about Emma. I don’t think her problems are like my past stories, but it’s what I have to share. Maybe we can make fun if it (and me) and we can laugh a bit. This year I’ve thought about that fateful Valentine’s Day event two years ago. I’m almost glad it happened. Before, I had spent a long time liking Emma, or my internal picture of her, in secret. The problem was that I was too scared then to talk much to her for some reason. Well, “scared” is the wrong word. Just a little apprehensive. Butterflies. This year Emma is one of my good friends, and I talk to her almost every day. Of course there are the memories of younger Will in the back of my head, that can’t be done away with, but now I am much happier than I was. Maybe that’s the story I’m wanting to share.
The love doctor is in (…never mind),