Entry 19
Ah~ I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to write. Gomen nasai! During the first week of classes, my ojiisan had gotten sick, so okaasan came and got me. Everyone was very worried about him, but he had gotten better not too long after. I spent another day with them before going back to Hogwarts. I’ve been trying to catch up, so that’s why I haven’t written in awhile. Gomen.
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I haven’t seen Sado-san in forever. I miss him so. I want to… I want to tell him how I feel. But then…
I was talking to Soushi-niisan a while ago. He didn’t seem too mad about the blind date thing (at least not like he was before it). It was almost like old times. He helped me catch up with some of my classes while we talked. Somehow, Sado-san came up and… he asked me if what I really feel for Sado-san was really me liking him romantically or if it was some sort of brotherly love.
Now, I’m confused. I used to could say that I was sure it wasn't the same. Because I know I love Soushi-niisan like a brother, and I couldn’t say my heart fluttered the same as Sado-san… but recently… since the last few times I saw him, I didn’t… I didn’t feel as anxious as I usually did. I was glad that he was there, but… I don’t know. Thinking about it makes it hurt. ._. I actually cried the other day just because of it. Why am I like this?
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I haven’t seen Sado-san in forever. I miss him so. I want to… I want to tell him how I feel. But then…
I was talking to Soushi-niisan a while ago. He didn’t seem too mad about the blind date thing (at least not like he was before it). It was almost like old times. He helped me catch up with some of my classes while we talked. Somehow, Sado-san came up and… he asked me if what I really feel for Sado-san was really me liking him romantically or if it was some sort of brotherly love.
Now, I’m confused. I used to could say that I was sure it wasn't the same. Because I know I love Soushi-niisan like a brother, and I couldn’t say my heart fluttered the same as Sado-san… but recently… since the last few times I saw him, I didn’t… I didn’t feel as anxious as I usually did. I was glad that he was there, but… I don’t know. Thinking about it makes it hurt. ._. I actually cried the other day just because of it. Why am I like this?