June 12, 2015
Dear diary,
Six days.
The boy with green eyes hasn't been to the park for six days.
I keep holding onto the last bit of patience I have left. Would he ever come back? Did my anger get the best of me enough to scare him off?
I don't feel like writing today, even if it means using his pen.
It's not the same without my usual distraction, hiding something I think he doesn't find as beautifully desirable as I do.
