Dear Diary

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Dear Diary,

Tonight, as I sit here in the solitude of my room, I am engulfed by a whirlwind of emotions that threaten to consume me whole. The events of the past few weeks weigh heavy on my heart, leaving me grappling with a torrent of conflicting feelings that I struggle to make sense of.

I cannot help but replay the moment when Sky stood before me, his eyes filled with a longing that mirrored my own. His touch, so familiar yet achingly distant, ignited a spark within me—a spark that reignited the flames of love that had never truly extinguished.

But alongside the warmth of affection, there lies a cold, nagging doubt—a whisper of uncertainty that taunts me in the dead of night. For how can I trust in the promise of love when the path ahead is shrouded in shadows and uncertainty?

And yet, despite the turmoil that rages within me, there is a part of me that clings to hope—a fragile ember of optimism that refuses to be extinguished. For in the depths of my soul, I know that love is worth fighting for, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

But oh, how my heart aches for the simplicity of days gone by—for the innocence of youth and the unbridled joy of love unfettered by doubt or fear. I long to turn back the hands of time, to reclaim the moments we shared before the world intruded upon our paradise.

And so, I write these words in the hope that they may serve as a beacon of light in the darkness—a reminder that even in the depths of despair, there lies the promise of redemption and renewal. For though the road ahead may be fraught with obstacles, I will traverse it with courage and conviction, guided by the echoes of my heart.

With each stroke of my pen, I release the burdens that weigh heavy on my soul, allowing my words to carry me to a place of peace and clarity. And as I lay down my pen and close my eyes, I surrender to the gentle embrace of sleep, knowing that tomorrow brings with it the promise of a new day—a day filled with endless possibility and the hope of a love rekindled.

Until then, I will hold fast to the belief that no matter what trials may come, love will always find a way to light the way forward.

Yours in solitude,

Arie Dave!

P.S. I love Sky, as I do every night before I close my eyes, since February 3rd, 2022.

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