“There’s something about him,” Sera wrote in her journal. “Something that doesn’t make sense. He’s smart, funny, handsome, kind. Why does he want to date someone like me?”
Sera paused for a moment, trying to choose the right words to continue.
“I’m so plain, so dull.” She continued writing. “He could have his pick of any girl in school, prettier girls, but he chose me. Plain, boring me. Why?”
Sera continued to write, letting out every thought, every feeling she had, free on paper. Page after page she filled, far more than any entry she had previously made.
“He is my first love, the first person I freely, willingly, and excitedly allowed inside. I made myself vulnerable to him, hoping I’m not making a grave mistake. Only time will tell.”

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