December 1, 1993

I’ve known Mikey for 2 months now. Of course when I first met him all I thought about him was he was another one of those SOBs, because of him being a police officer. If you know me I don’t like them, but I’m so glad I’m getting to know him anyway.

I tried to call him today, before school I guess he was asleep. (12/29/93 - He was probably at work. He leaves at 7:00am and sometimes 6:00am) God, I miss him, so much. I just can’t wait until I hear his voice again. I’m going to try to call him at lunch today. Hopefully, I get him, I’m going to tell him to call me at 4:05 PM and not a minute after. No, I’m going to tell him to call me, because I need to talk to him or something like that.

Anna and I talked about him all of fourth hour and I got so happy. I guess what I’m saying is that if I saw him right now I don’t know if I could say no.

This might be a sin, and I feel guilty about it, but it’s the truth I love him. I love Mikey. I love him so much, somebody help me get out of this, please.

06/02/2021 — even before anything happened I was asking for help, but didn’t know who to go to. Help because even though at the time I thought it was love and that he cared for me, I knew the relationship was heading in the wrong direction and didn’t know how to get out of it. However, the police officer was the adult and should have kept the relationship professional and not have allowed it to turned to this direction. I was only 16 at the time.