Thereís one reason I go to Walmart as often as I do. Itís not their quality merchandise and itís not their everyday low prices.
I go to Walmart to see Matt. It brightens my day just to see him. I went to Walmart the other day to get a couple things, and I made sure I went to his check-out lane. He seemed happy to see me. He had a smile on his face; I love his silly grin. I remember last year telling him I liked him and asking him if he liked me. His answer was, ďI donít know.Ē Diary, should I ask him again? I was thinking about that tonight. I just got done watching 40 days and 40 nights (again.) I wonder sometimes how he feels toward me, and I know thereís only one way to find out. So whatís holding me back? What am I afraid of? I could just see myself going to his check-out lane again and handing him a folded piece of paper with my name and phone number on it and above the number it would say CALL ME.
Well if I decide to follow up on that idea, you will be one of the first to know. There are so many directions I can go from where Iím at now, and itís so hard to decide which path to take, which dream(s) to pursue.
Great god and goddess, help me. Help me to know what to do. Take me to the place I need to be, in the arms of the one I should love.
With much love, RACH