Dear diary,
Today is a day like no other.
Today, fish don’t swim. Today, birds don’t fly. And today, hearts don’t beat.
Today, fish plunge into the pristine depths of oceans, ponds, and lakes. The sun bouncing off their glittery scales, they effortlessly flow through a curtain of liquid velvet, which smoothly forms to the individual contours of their slippery bodies.
Today, birds soar about the limitless expanse of clear blue air. They take up residence in the many arms of that which we call trees. Then take off again, leaving gravity in their wake.
And today, when least expected, hearts lurch.
It was a moment of serenity. A perfect scenario. There I was, on a rainy day, with a good book and a spot by the window, curled up in my favorite throw blanket. As I read, the soft "pitter patter" of the rain striking window kept me entranced.
That is, until the book came to a close. Such a sad tiding to bear, the end of a good book. How one wishes it could go on for an eternity. This, of course, is reality.
Bent on enjoying the calming scene around me, I looked out of the window, ready to gaze at the steady drops as they fell to their doom, onto the harsh drive below.
Instead, when I looked up, my heart skipped a beat. The steady “thump, thump, thump” of it took off. It’s rhythm lacked cadence. For there, outside my window, was a sight I had not expected to see.
It was him.
I didn’t know his name. I didn’t care. I had seen him around. At random places, but around. Was it really my luck that he should be there, rain droplets rolling down his body, drenching his hair? There, not fifteen yards away, bringing in boxes to the garage next door? He was my new neighbor.
And then he looked at me. Note, it was a fleeting glance. But a fleeting glance that for several seconds, made me forget how to breathe.
I leave now. A sincere goodbye with love. -Unparalleled Dreamer
Days passed, then weeks and months. Events took place. Things changed. An old diary lay forgotten beneath a pile of candy wrappers and dirty socks. One day, in a search for her favorite cutoff jeans, she stumbled upon the diary once more. She had so much to tell it, yet so little time. She felt it could not wait, as if even a minute passing would destroy it all, so she summed up since her last entry and wrote her heart out.
Dear diary,
His name is John. He has these green eyes that glint with the sunlight. With his curly black hair and tanned flawless skin, he has swept into town with a rush. Every girl wants him.
I want him.
There’s this way he looks at me, like we’re the only two people alive.
Every moment we’re together I both love it and hate. For we’re the dreaded “just friends.” But one day, maybe not soon, he’ll see the light. I hope.
In the meantime, whenever I see him with her my heart cracks just a bit. Seeing them together, it’s slowly killing me.
But he doesn’t know this. Simple, oblivious boy.
But I don’t like him, I say. I really don’t. And I am known for being a very honest person.
Which is why if you asked me if I know him, I’d answer yes. If you asked me if I like him, I’d say no. And if you asked me if I love him… I’d lie.
LOVE --ULTRAVIOLET
