Weekend In May.

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Mattheo's Diary.
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Entry 27:

Dear Diary,

It's been a while. Last weekend, I ventured into a Muggle club and felt so ashamed that I couldn't bring myself to tell Tom. There, I met a girl. We shared a moment, and then I left. I didn't get her information, so I have no way to contact her. The worst part is, I can't stop thinking about her. Her face haunts me before I sleep and when I shower. My mind plays tricks on me; I feel like I see her in the corner of every room I enter. Everywhere I go, I expect to see her. She was truly perfect, with a stunning American accent, at least I think it was. It doesn't matter; she was perfect, and I've lost her. I don't know what to do. Riddle boys never fall in love. I can't tell my friends; they'll just make fun of me. None of them would understand.

Even if I told them, they wouldn't believe me. I can only hope to see her again, someday. To spend another night with her, talk to her, hear her laugh once more. How can someone I've met just once have such a hold over me?

Yours truly, 
M.R.

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