The show was great last night. We went to the Brian White & Justice concert afterwards. I rode with Tracey, Ann-Marie, and Abigail, we jumped around and danced the whole night.
Abigail leaned her head on my shoulder on the drive back. I leaned my head against her hair and breathed in her smell.
But all of this has happened before. I know I am just her friend. So I simply thank God for her and will not make any mistakes.
It is now November of 1997.
What will this month bring?