| Current mood: |  guilty |
| Current music: | AFI-The Leaving Song Pt. 1 |
*sniffle* Thanks Tim *sniffle*
So I've been sick the past couple days. I started feeling it on Wednesday morning. By the end of the day I felt really sick. I went to Tim's afterschool. I insisted on going home instead of going there and making him sick, but he wanted me to despite that. We listened to music and talked for hours. Eventually I fell asleep and he woke me up an hour later because dinner was ready. It was really good. The food was better than at home. I don't know whether it was because I was sick or what, but it was so so good. I love the smell of his house and his pillow. I could've stayed there forever. Anyway, he offered to drive me home around 9pm. By that time I was really feeling awful. I told him I was staying home and he said he'd ditch school to take care of me. (awww) He came by around 8am and we hung out until noon. We watched a movie and he rubbed my back when my whole body hurt really bad. I can't believe he stayed to take care of me. After he left I fell asleep and my mom came home around 1pm. She didn't know he had been there. Good thing, too, b/c I'm not supposed to have visitors if I don't go to school. He called around 10 after church last night. I stayed home again today, but I insisted that he go to school. I don't want him to miss things just because of me. I called him at lunch, but the connection was bad. He called me back and I talked to him and Shiree for as long as the connection would let us. Shiree got my work and my book. I guess instead of me getting the stuff this weekend, they decided that Tim would bring it to me. He dropped by afterschool with my book and papers in it. We wanted to see eachother tonight, but I couldn't. I can barely walk around the house without getting dizzy. When he left I found a note he wrote me. I'm not going to say what it says because that's my secret. They're my words. I never thought he or anyone else would care about me enough to take care of me like that. To check up on me and be there for me. I feel like I owe him so much. Of course he's just going to tell me not to worry about it. I can't help but care though. I want to make him as happy as he's made me these past few days happy for me. That's just what you do when you care about someone. You want to make them happy and you want to be happy. I hope I never forget how to do that. He knows how to do that more than I do. Who knew he could come into my life so fast. Thank you, God.
Goodnight**
Love Always,
Hillary
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