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Well, Maile has yet to read anything in here, and I think that is the result of two elements. One is my reluctance to show her this for it might embarrass her and/or make her not like me. Second is the fact that she has not been over at my house overly often. This makes me saddened. I love her, as you no doubt realize. I make furtive glances toward her at every opportunity. Sometimes she meets my gaze, sometimes not. I love her. Just looking at her makes my love pour forth like a flood. My affection for her is endless. If I ask her out and she says “yes”, although I’d be the happiest person on Earth, I would have to decide how far I would try to go. Hold hands? Kiss? I mean, it is up to her, but you wouldn’t just ask her that. Well, if I go out with her, I imagine most things would solve themselves. I plan to call her later and speak. The only problem is that it is a school night, and she does ALL her homework! She’s too nice! I love her!