Day 1
Dear Diary,
Today I said goodbye to everyone i knew and boarded a plane to Paris. For some strange reason, leaving them all behind actually felt kind of good. I suppose that’s because they remind me of him at every single turn. And they look at me differently. With pity and sympathy.
And I hate it.
I don’t want their empathy. I just want to forget that he ever existed. That he ever came into my life and actually made me happy. That he broke my heart.
Problem is, I can’t seem to forget. He keeps seeping back into my mind, wiggling his way into my thoughts. I can’t help but think about him. He was so perfect. So kind and caring. He had a sense of humor and could make me smile even on my worst days.
I know, Diary. You don't really want to hear about my aching heart and how somehow I’m still in love with the man who broke it. You want to hear about my adventures in the great big world. Sorry, but that can't really happen today. I'm not doing anything interesting today. Just trying to keep myself from dying of boredom on my 7 hour flight to from New York to London.
So, I think I will stop babbling to you Diary and take a nap.
Yours truly,
Madison Mazy
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The Traveling Diary of Madison Mazy (EDITING NEW VERSION TO BE POSTED)
RomanceHeartbreak can come swiftly and mercilessly. Bringing with it tears and pain. It can be hard to overcome that kind of heartache. Madison Mazy is experiencing this first-hand and now on her journey across Europe, she might find that she’s stronger th...
