Dear Diary

Have you ever missed someone so much that you can hardly breathe, sleep or eat? Every waking moment you spend consists of wasteful sighs and dreams of an existence—a day—where you fall asleep to hopeful dreams of tomorrow and you wake to a blissful morning. Faint sounds of chirping, smells of fresh coffee, and the sensation of that special someone lying next to you listening anxiously for your next breath, absorb your senses. Each time you pass a couple your thoughts are automatically consumed in that person that is etched on your beating, red, sick pump that sends life to your aching soul.

What am I to do? One girl. One life. One chance. Clinging to what the future holds forces me to an state of unawareness; helpless and sick, I feel the reality I desire will never come. I long for each refreshing breath with every fiber in my bones; from the exact moment my eyes meet his, I loose control. My knees weaken and buckle, my stomach turns and leaps, and in one sweeping motion I no longer standing on the ground.

For now, I am made to wait and grasp to the intangible dream, thought, and feeling that endlessly ensnares my thoughts to its captive audience. Am I so weak as to allow my emotions to take control? Yes! Ha…indeed, I am.