Monday, June 21, 2004 And there we lay, curled up together for about twenty minutes; my breath took that long just to calm down. My heart was pounding so loud, I'm sure everyone in Japan could hear it. Mitani kept his hands around my stomach and he leaned his head against my back. Neither of us spoke, this was too much of a quiet moment. My breathing slowed and I relaxed, but a sense of dread came to my chest from the pit of my stomach as I realized it was probably the only time I was going to be with this perfect boy, perhaps with anyone at all. But I also feel kind of dirty...like a slut, giving myself away so easily... but I was not a good person anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter.
