Day seventeen
Where her parents wanted her to visit.
March 22.
I might be lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice myself fidgeting.
Glancing back at the table, I can't help but to sigh in the view of all of the letters that he sends me. All of these letters and I still don't know anything that can help be a better person and know whatever on earth that Shawn wanted me to figure out.
I've been reading them all again and trying to decipher every single letter, trying my very best to comprehend if he has any plan on making a move to her or something that would give me a proper introduction of her.
One thing that I realized is that this was a first for me. I always hated being compared to another person - let alone be insecure to another person other than what I wanted for
