This is going to be about my boyfriend, James.
I have always liked James, in some strange way. He had dated one of my good friends for about three years, and they recently broke up. I find it strange that he said he had had feelings for me all along because he always seemed so incredibly into her. I wanted to talk to him about this the other day, but I figured I would just be beating a dead horse, and I didn't want to bring up his rough breakup. It's safe to say that James and I are in love. It's kind of quick, I know, but I definitely feel it, and I know he does too. He tells me randomly all the time that he loves me, which definitely lets me know he's being sincere. But another thing is, I think we have alwyays kind of had something magical between us and I never knew what it was, until we almost smushed at my beach house. To put it straight, James and I are a match made in heaven, and I couldn't be happier. I just hope it lasts. Which I'm sure it will. It must. It has to. Well, that's all for now.