The events, name, story, places, occurrences in this store are all fiction. Any information which can be traced to anyone is purely coincidence. I have written this as if in the eyes of a young man, at the tender age of 21. Each chapter will be in the form of a journal entry, as young Corey adds events to his journal. If you have any comments or suggestions you can email them to me at: ppdanny@gmail.com
Corey's Dear Journal!
Chapter 2: Crush.
April 15, 2007: R.I.P. John
This has been an interesting week. In some parts good, in some parts bad. Though, I must admit -- I sure am learning how to deal with the events in my life a lot better. I'll start this off by mentioning the day after my last entry, was another day I spent talking to Chris. I was still being silly that day with my attempts to impress him, but I eventually managed to mention to him exactly how I feel about me. It was then that I was reminded how everyone has different views.
It was foolish of me to even let myself like someone like that, if they already have someone. It was even more foolish of myself, to think someone four years younger than me might even be interested in me. Though, on a positive note -- he does seem to want to be good friends with me, and does enjoy talking to me. Lately, we have been talking about a series of books he suggested to me. I was hooked.
I keep trying to relate my life and people I know to the books, which seems really interesting ... there are a lot of things in common. Though, the books also make me regret certain things of my past. Things I should have gotten done. Did I mention Chris has a smile that makes me want to pass out and dream about him all day long when I see it?
Did I mention how sweet he is? He really is a nice guy ... it's a pity I can't find someone like him that is interested in me. Of all the things that match what I look for in a boyfriend -- he matches every one. This reminded me so much about John.
John and I met a few years ago, we met up in a chat room when he was having trouble with an ex boyfriend. He needed advice from someone, and one of our mutual friends knew about me, and sent him my way. Within two weeks him and I became a couple. I could remember how he would send me a poem every single day. I could remember how much him and I would talk to each other. For hours on end we could tell each other how much we love each other. I really did love him. I miss him, with all my being. So far, he has been the only person I could imagine spending the rest of my life with.
April 14th is his birthday... and I did a few special things for his birthday. I made my own cards for him that when he read them got him tearing up and crying, but they were the good kind of tears. I loved making him cry in happiness... in love. The day after his 17th birthday, he disappeared. Nobody heard from him or anything. Anyone I tried talking to didn't know a thing.
So once again I sit here, crying. This time before four months ago, I had heard he died from heart failure caused by his juvenile diabetes. He was born diabetic. When he died, I thought he had abandoned me, and I got really upset. I was mad at him. When I found out he died -- it nearly tore me apart ... because I had jumped to such silly and immature conclusions. One year ago today, he died. I miss him, and I always will. I spent the week thinking about him, and other parts of my past... I only hope one day to find another true love.
Corey.\