Dear God,

Cody visited again today.

I was nervous.

What if he hated my kiss?

What if my breath was bad?

What if he didn't come back?

What if he realized that I was going to die and kissing me was pointless?

What if he thinks I'm ugly?

I didn't realize I'd been saying these out loud until Cody tapped my shoulder.

I jumped and he smiled at me.

Then he kissed me again.

When he pulled back, I was still staring foreward in shock.

Then he said, " You're not ugly. You're beautiful."

Love,

Peyton