NMW I Love You

Chapter 7 Dear Diary

21 January 2019

Dear Diary
I find myself deserving of something better. Graduation lies a mere two months ahead, and with that milestone, I solemnly pledge to depart from this dreadful place for Dublin. It's astonishing how the city I've called home for countless years has lost its appeal to me. I eagerly anticipate the prospect of commencing anew in Dublin. The notion of entering into another romantic entanglement is distant, for the heartbreaks I've endured are lessons etched deeply within me. It's disheartening to contemplate that, in just three more months, I'll be bidding farewell to London and leaving my past behind indefinitely.

Nevertheless, there's a silver lining as my parents are due to relocate to Dublin for work. The notion of living apart from them is unfathomable, hence my decision to accompany them and bid adieu to London. The duration of my absence from this city remains uncertain, yet I am sure that upon my return, I shall be an altered woman, fortified against the lures of love by the likes of deceitful men. Basil, you were an utter twit; you were undeserving of me. Yes, I'll concede that he has got a certain allure, yet if he found other women captivating, why, pray tell, did he choose to court me? It's my mistake to have proposed to him.

One should allow individuals to approach them with their intentions, for proposing requires immense courage and is reserved for occasions when one recognizes an admirer's true value. In Basil, I perceived worth, yet I failed to consider whether he would reciprocate the sentiment towards me. The reminiscence of our past days and shared moments together brings forth a sense of melancholy. I lament having harboured such lofty expectations. Tomorrow remains shrouded in mystery, yet the veil can be lifted by the choices and thoughts we cultivate today. I'm relieved to have gained insights into the tactics employed by those who toy with emotions, known as lotharios.

Yours, Imogen

22 January 2019

Dear Diary,

Today was a rather eventful day at school, filled with whispers and inquisitive glances from my peers regarding the events of the 20th January. Quite frankly, I couldn't be bothered to indulge them with explanations. After enduring the treacherous games of two former boyfriends, it's only natural that my words carried an air of fiery disdain. As they say, one reaps what one sows, and it seems my ex-boyfriends have harvested their own bitter consequences.

Basil, true to his character, remained distant and refrained from approaching me. I reciprocated his apathy, for it's in my best interest to rid my life of such imbeciles and focus my energies on a brighter path forward. The page has turned, and I refuse to linger on those who possess the art of extracting advantages while leaving behind nothing but a trail of deceit.

In a rare moment of camaraderie, I confided in Dora, my unwavering confidante of the past two years. Her concern was palpable, and I find solace in the fact that amidst the chaos, a steadfast friend remains by my side. A bond forged in the crucible of time is not easily shaken.

As the prospect of departing for Dublin in August draws nearer, a mixture of emotions swirls within me. The uncertainty of the future is both daunting and invigorating. But I stand resolute, ready to ace the unknown and leave behind the shadowed alleys of heartbreak. With Dora at my side and the winds of change at my back, I look ahead with hope.

Yours,
Imogen