“No,” I said. “It’s the Caleb thing. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest sooner.”
“This is stupid,” I said.
He nodded. He untied his shoelace—the left one—and walked away. I felt like a monster. “No,” I said
“No one,” I lied.
But the boy who likes the rain? That’s the one I want to build an umbrella with. He nodded
But here’s the thing, Diary. The story isn’t about finding the one perfect person. It’s about the mess. The wrong turns. The boy with the untied shoelace who teaches you what you don’t want. The boy with the elbow patches who teaches you what you do.
But I saw it, Diary. The physics of attraction. And I wasn’t the mass in his orbit. “No one,” I lied
He shrugged. “I like the rain. It’s honest.”
He lent me his pen. A simple black Bic. I’m currently smelling it. It smells like possibilities.