Hey diary,
So, Sprout and I cuddled again last week after watching a movie. He fell asleep halfway through, as usual. He's just so adorable when he's asleep, I can't help but smile. I love those moments with him, just us two, wrapped up in each other's arms. It's like time stands still, and nothing else matters.
I've been thinking a lot about our relationship lately. Sprout is such a sweet guy, always there for me when I need him. But sometimes, I wonder if we're on the same page. He's so predictable, always following the same routine. And then there's me, the wildcard, never knowing what I'll do next. It's like we're from two different worlds sometimes.
But despite our differences, I know that Sprout cares about me. He's always there to listen, to comfort me when I'm feeling down. And I appreciate that more than words can say. I just wish he would open up more, show me the side of him that he keeps hidden from the world. I want to know everything about him, the good and the bad.
And then there's Goob, Sprout's best friend. He's always around, cracking jokes and making us laugh. I can see why Sprout is friends with him, they have that special bond that only true friends have. But sometimes, I feel like Goob doesn't take me seriously. Like I'm just a side character in their story, not someone who truly matters.
But maybe I'm just overthinking things. Maybe I just need to let go of my insecurities and trust that everything will work out in the end. Sprout loves me, I know he does. And that's all that really matters, right?
Well, diary, I think I'll leave it at that for today. Thanks for listening to my ramblings, as always. Until next time.
Love, Gigi