Dear diary
2008/11/24
There's always a man across the street, under the street light.
I wonder if he can see me.
Why would I pick the room with a front view of the not so busy street?
Dear diary
2008/11/29
It's nearly been a week and I still see the man outside.
He's been leaving gifts on my windowsill with little notes.
He might not be human, seeing as my room is on the second floor and there are no trees big enough to reach the roof, nor have I ever seen him with a ladder.
Maybe he's friendly.
Dear diary
2008/ 12/ 03
I've decided to leave my own notes for him.
Dear diary
2008/12/04
He replied
Dear diary
2008/12/06
He left a note on my windowsill again, this one saying happy birthday...
How did he know?
Dear diary
2008/12/07
My parents must be working late today.
And there's another gift with a note saying "happy birthday, I apologize for not delivering it to you sooner"
I don't think I'll open it today, I'm busy
Dear diary
2008/12/08
My parents still aren't home, they must be really busy
Maybe I should open the gift.
There's a note on the windowsill again..
"My dearest flower
I see you still have yet to open my gift. I prefer it if you open it sooner rather than later."
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