03.18.02
Trust is a strange thing
He came up last night, after reading this for an hour and a half. He told me that someone told him I made out with a boy in Truro on Friday night. He won't tell me who told him, he won't tell me how long he's been thinking about it. He only told me that he doesn't know what to do.
He left and I asked if I could kiss him, he said no. I couldn't sleep last night. I hate that he doesn't trust me. It hurts me, because I want him to. But he can't. And I wonder what that means. I don't know what to do.
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