A new school year a new guy. Like always, the typical me. This one, he’s older by 3 years, he’s intelligent, funny, sweet, romantic…and I’m still getting to know him. He asked me out, but I was thinking we were going out as friends…that all changed when he tried to kiss me…I didn’t let him because I didn’t feel it was the right time. Although, when I closed the door and went inside my house, I could hardly breathe. I think I wanted to kiss him, but I was really nervous. Maybe he’ll get the courage to kiss me again, and I’ll kiss him back. I haven’t felt like this in forever. Liking a person makes me happy, makes me want to look pretty and makes the days go by faster until I see him next. Tomorrow we’re going out again…and I’m super excited, getting a new haircut and everything. I hope things turn out well.