In Her Diary

It just feels good to be writing again

May 1, 2011

I found her diary on the floor.

I refuse to open it.

I brought it home, and swore to myself that I would not touch it.

She knew that I had a crush on her.

All she would do was give me a look that was neither good, or bad, but I wanted to know more.

As the pages seemed so crisp, and clear from the outside.

I tried my best to see what it said without opening it on the inside.

I let it rest on my desk, and did all I had to do without thinking on more information that was on the front of it.

The only thing that was on the outside was a picture of her smile, and face which was beauty at it's best.

I knew that if I touched it and read it I would have been in water waist deep.

I closed my eyes, and said let's see what another day would bring.

…....Goodnight as I fell to sleep.

May 2, 2011

As I woke up from my rest I found myself in my own car, but not driving.

I saw “her”

I can tell she was missing her diary.

I was able to see her, but she did not see me.

I went to approach her, but I clinched the diary with a tight fist.

What if I did open it?

She would have not known it was me.

If I was the wrong type of guy she would never see it again.

Although it does look like something that she truly miss.

As school went by at one point she began to cry.

I walked over to her, and she said her boyfriend broke up with her.

She said she can not tell me.

If she had her diary... She would be able to tell it why.

May 3, 2011

I feel that I did not sleep last night....

I had my mind that I would give her the book back today.

What I was doing was wrong.

I put myself in the shoes in the case what if I lost something that was dear to me.

What if it got taken away.

Though it was the weekend, and more often than not I am sleeping.

I knew what I had to do.

May 4, 2011

It was one day before school tomorrow, and all I did was stare.

I stared at her eyes even though she was not there.

The photo reminded me of so much, and as I sat on my porch doing the one thing that I swore I would not do I did.

I opened her diary.

As I began to read...

Guess who came out of nowhere?

She said what are you doing?

I was lost for words, and she said come on speak.

I told her I guess I was assuming.

I know what I did was not right.

I just had the diary cause I just wanted to know if I was a guy that you would like.

May 5, 2011

I saw her writing in it again.

As I went to her to say hi.

She smack me.

My heart broke into and the inside of it began to cry.

As I woke up from this nightmare at school.

She ask me are you ok?

I woke up with a pencil in my hand.

Realizing I been writing in her diary from the first day.

Now that we are together we are one dimension.

As we close this last day, and entry together. All the time I had been threw the diary. I was no where to be found, but now we are together. Now I have been mentioned.

I love “her” 

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