dear diary

As I look out my window down at him without his knowledge I think of me...And him... together…forever. As he did ask for my hand in marriage the thought of it sickens me. Yes I am of age but the thought of a man...even the one I met with no name that has my heart, the idea of him tying me down sends my heart to a halt. For I am not a stone statue by which is held in the same place forever with the same expressions…with no feelings...how horrid must it be!