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It's Flora Again ♡

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Dear Diary,

Let me start by saying today started out just like normal aka boring.

I went to work at the book shop p.s remind me to buy that limited edition copy of pride and prejudice!

Then I came home to try on the jeans I bought last night that claim to be "boyfriend" style, but are actually "Never wear these again Flora" style.

Lola called saying she was coming to pick me up and to get ready, so I did even though I really just wanted to stay home and read, but here's the thing...

I don't regret going!

Well, I don't know I might later or tomorrow or two weeks from now if this all blows up in my face. Everything that happened is way too good to be true...

He's too good to be true.

I guess I should let you in on the secret now. I met a boy. Yes me, Flora James, the girl with stretch marks & has to wear her underwear almost over her belly button just to conceal her stomach in the jeans that are always a size too small.

But that's what's so weird is it didn't seem to phase Harry. That's his name, by the way, Harry.

It's like he looked at me like I was just any other girl. His eyes didn't focus on the fat hanging over my jeans or the way my boobs sag because they are too big, well everything about me is too big.

But he didn't seem to care.

The way he smiled at me so sweet, so candid. It was nice and his dimples aren't bad either.

None of him was bad.

He has these tattoos that look like they were made to be etched into his tan skin, and his eyes are green with these flecks of gold that shine like stars in the night sky or tinsel on a Christmas tree.

He just has this face that I could literally look at forever if he let me because every detail of his skin looked like it had a story to tell even his eyelashes are mesmerizing.

I can't imagine why he would ever choose to talk to me, he could have any girl he wants just by his looks. He did though, he chose to talk to me.

He put his number in my cell phone and when I got back home I realized he sent himself a text.

Hi, Harry, this is Flora.

I laughed when I read it and then almost threw up at the thought of him actually calling me tomorrow...

I mean that's what he said, that he was going to call me, but what if he doesn't and i'm getting all excited for nothing. I should really know by now guys that look like that don't go for girls that look like me.

If he calls tomorrow...

The fact that I'm saying ''if'' is sign enough it's not going to happen.

Goodnight Diary, sleep tight sorry for being so boring.

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