dear diary

For could his heart love another? For I am sure there are others as fair but does his heart crave another by which is not whom my mother gave birth to? For how long must I suffer within doubt of the one I love giving his love to another? For my heart shall cry louder than a wolf’s howl on a food and louder than an Indians war cry? For I shall no longer yet instead I will lock up my heart as though I am in prisoner in for treason. For now I am a slave and my heart is now bound by chains and my feelings are locked away so that I may not mistaken another’s word.