he accepted my proposal of a date with enthusiasm, making me wonder what i was so nervous about in the first place

we were walking in the park, something that's become part of my morning routine. while harry still jogs frequently, he's started sacrificing his tuesday and thursday runs to walk with me instead

(my asthma thanks him for this. i wouldn't be caught dead running with a smile on my face unless it was into the arms of neil patrick harris)

my hand itches every time we stroll under the canopy of autumn leaves, just waiting to reach out and intertwine it with his

but alas, max, i keep my hands stuffed in the pockets of my jean jacket. i've never liked making the first move

you of all people know this

i'm going to bring him to a new restaurant downtown that's truly one of a kind. it's a renovated greens house with indoor seating and a picturesque environment of greenery and blooming plant life

of course, i asked harry if he would like me to switch places because of his allergies, but he was all for my idea. thank goodness for allergy pills

our date is this friday, and time feels like it's moving at a snail's pace. i cant help but wish i had a friend to pass the time with while i wait

after you died, i stopped going out, with the sole exception of spending time by myself at the park

i suppose my loneliness is my own doing, but it's not like my old friends reached out to me after the funeral

maybe i'll pay the bar a visit again

a little bit of socialization wouldn't hurt. i could use a friend