Dear diary,
I find myself thinking about my love life a lot. Not that I have one.
I always wonder who I'll fall in love with, how he'll look like, or how she'll look like.
Will we be all romantic and cliché or treat each other like best friends?
What skin color will they have?
Will their eyes be a deep ocean blue or a dark chocolate brown?
Will they be 6 feet tall or 5 foot 4?
Will they have secrets and scars like me or will they be a open book?
There's so many questions I have about my future but there's always a small fraction of my brain that thinks that I'll never find love. No matter how hard I try to ignore that small fraction of my thinking, it always finds a way to make itself known.
