Dear Teenage Diary,
On Tuesday I met Noah in Chippenham and spent the day with him. I guess I was hoping that we’d totally relaxed from the start, but I guess maybe I wanted too much. I wanted us to be holding hands right from the start, but it wasn’t like that. We’re going out with one another yet it seems like we’re both too frightened to even touch one another. I guess it got better as the day went on, but it was always me who was showing any sign of affection. It was me who lent my head on his shoulder when we were sat by the river. He did have his arm strewn across my legs but that’s only because I put it there to stop him picking a scab on his other hand. I really want this to work and I know that I won’t give up on him, but I can’t help thinking he may give up on me.
Next time he phones me I think I might ask him what he really thinks of me and then I’ll say that I find it hard to understand how he feels because he never shows it and that I’m just feeling insecure. That’s all I’m asking for, a bit of love, care and security.
*All names have been changed from those in my monthly teenage diary to protect the not so innocent.
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Becky Stafferton is a full time blogger over on her website The Art of Healthy Living, mum of 2 and certified Queen of the hashtags. She continually strives to promote a realistic, sustainable and positive image of how to lead a healthy life. When she’s not writing or reading her teenage diary she can be found swigging Prosecco from the bottle, running through muddy puddles, making lists of lists, having a good old moan, scoffing flapjacks and squatting like her life depends on it.