September 20th
Dear Diary,
Oh my God! Savannah came over after work and we kissed! But we got interrupted by a phone call before it went any further. So now I have to play the waiting game with her. When she left, I stood watching her go and felt a piece of me leave with her. Why is it so agonizing to have her close to me? Is it just because I long for her touch?
Do I love her? I've never been in love before or at least I don't think I have. The longest relationship I've been in was over a year and we never said I loved you to each other.
Maybe that's why it didn't work out between us. We knew it was going nowhere. We didn't love each other or grow to love each other in that time. I am so confused right now.
I wish I could ask someone for advice or just talk to someone about being in love.
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September 21st
Dear Diary,
It's been another boring day at home alone. I am getting anxious to get back to work and actually do something, anything. Savannah hasn't called or came by at all today. I am starting to worry that something is actually wrong.
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I took my pain pills and went to bed. Was it the pounding in my head that woke me? Was it storming outside? I looked around trying to make sense of the noise because I didn't see any rain tapping the window or lightning flashing in the sky.
I heard the noise again coming from downstairs. I got out of bed and tiptoed to my door, listening. It was someone knocking on my door. I looked at the clock. It was like three in the morning. Who was knocking at the door this late?
The knock was louder this time, more insistent. I didn't realize I was wearing shirt that went down to my midriff and underwear until it was too late. I opened the door and felt the cold air.
The officer tried to hide his smile as I opened the door but faded when he saw the cut on my forehead. "Evening Miss. We got a call from dispatch that someone was breaking in your house."
"What?! Are they in my house? Do you need to come in and look around?" I was suddenly alarmed. I didn't have a security system and I lived alone. If anyone did come in, I wouldn't know until it was too late.
"No, luckily for you we were only a block away when we got the call from dispatch. We believe we caught the person. The perp was walking around the house, checking the windows and trying to get in."
I looked around him to the car and there was Savannah sitting in the back seat. My mouth dropped "Officer, there's been a misunderstanding. I know that woman. I work with her."
The officer looked at me and then back at the car. He went to the car and spoke to the officer in the driver's side door. He opened the back door and I could hear Savannah saying in a sassy voice as he took the cuffs off "See...I told you I knew her. I'm not a damn peeping Tom."
She moved her hands under her breasts and lifted them up. "Do I look like a Tom to you? I think you just enjoy using your handcuffs."
I couldn't help but smile as she walked towards me with the officer. "You sure you know her?" The officer asked.
I smiled "Yes, I'm sure."
He said to me "You have a good evening." Then turned to Savannah and sighed "Ma'am, the next time you want to make a booty call at three in the morning, call first, would you? A neighbor thought you were an intruder and called 9-1-1."
He looked back at me "Or just give her a key to the place." Then he walked away, shaking his head.
I think my face was redder than a ripe tomato. Savannah took my hand and pulled me inside the house so she could shut the door. I looked at her and I didn't know if I should be angry or excited to see her.