𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱
Dear diary
It's been a month.
A whole goddamn month. I go there everytime it rains hoping he would show up. I'm starting to get worried. Did he leave for some other place? Did he get tired of the habit of coming here?
It's so unfair!
I didn't even get to introduce myself. I didn't get to talk to him and go on beach dates on a rainy day! I'm tired and sad of waiting for him. I don't even know where he lives, if he goes to college or if he works anywhere, which neighborhood he lives in.
It's just so unfair.
All I want is to get to know him better.
I want to see his dimple smile. I want to hold his hand and get lost in his warm smile.
I want to
They throw the pen away, tears streaming down the cheeks. It's ridiculous they think, ridiculous to have feelings for someone whom they didn't talk to. Who don't know they exist.
Or does he? Does he know they exist?