dear deer dearest,

the due date of the project is tomorrow and you're at my house working. i should probably be talking to you instead of writing in this goddamn book, but this is sort of talking to you in an indirect way.

when you came to the front door knocking, my mother got to the door before i could. you greeted her like the old family friend that i suppose you are.
"we haven't seen you here in a while, d," my mother said, giving me a pointed, knowing look.

i looked away from my mother's knowing stare to you. "do you wanna work in my room?"

you looked to the floor. "sure."

you and I worked for a while until we were satisfied with our work for the time being. you suddenly looked nervous.

"hey," you said. "are you okay?"

i looked at you weird. "yeah, i'm okay. are you?"

you rubbed the back of your neck, were your brown hair and back meet. "yes, i think i am."

and for the first time in our live's i could tell we lied to each other.

with all the love in the world,
the girl with a broken heart