dear diary

My wonder takes ahold of my mind as I run to the library to find this man’s name and hopefully his secrets. I walk up to see its closed sign on the door due to the darkness of the clouds and the rains calling thunder that gives me chills overhead heard a noise right before walking away and turned to look in the window only to realize…it was him..my love. I gasp in horror as I see him reading a book and yet look down to see jewels by which I know isn’t his for it’s the luxury gifts for women. As I continue to look I see a picture of me in the arms of two people…for have never known my father nor my mother for I was only told of their deaths. They were mercilessly slaughtered by the mindless mind of a thief with such a cold heart…I will never love nor pity a thief but my confusion is not of that but the picture….even I have not a infant picture..so why does he?