Dear Diary,

I don't have much time to write, so bear with me.

Byron woke me up today, since I'm used to sleeping in on weekends, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. It's about eight now, but he said he's been up since six, waiting for me. I apologized, but he laughed and told me to get dressed.

But... He also...

Ugh, why is this so hard to write?!

He kissed my forehead!

Finally, I got that off my chest.

So yeah, he kissed my forehead? I don't know what it meant, or if he was just being Byron, but that hasn't happened since back when we dated.

I kinda missed it, actually... The feeling of his soft lips against my skin...

I'm getting off topic.

Anyways, we're leaving soon. I'll take you in my purse, Diary, because I'm sure we won't come back until later. I'll hopefully find time to give updates... Maybe in the bathroom or something. Hopefully Krista will be there to keep him company while I write. If not, I may only write short blurbs.

Byron's calling and I'm not dressed. Shoot. I'll write later!

Love,

Cratey R.