Letters to Diana // h.s.

secrets

Dear Diana,

I couldn't help but stare at you during Physics and admire how you endlessly jot incoherent scribbles down your black ragged journal. You never let that journal out of your sight that it seems that everything revolves around it. I can see how you clutch it tighter, your scars visibly showing as you walk around the hallway; guarding it with your life.

I couldn't help notice how your eyes beam with fear of spilling your inners and ailings. I could sense how tensed you are gripping your ragged journal tighter, afraid that someone might know the deepest corners of your mind.

I couldn't help but look as you quietly sneak in your locker which was beside mine. You have never spoken to me, and it's intimidating and alluring on how mysterious you are. I've always wanted to figure you out but you were such a closed book. The only book that I could really open is your journal.

I couldn't help but sneak in your prized possession whilst you were too busy listening in literature. I immediately snatched your journal, put it inside my bag and walked away.

I've read the poems and songs you've written describing how much pain you feel, hiding it and yourself from the world. The secrets you cannot utter, you've been turning into literature and caricature.

I've seen your scribbles full of hatred towards society. Don't let people tell you what to do. Don't let your secrets consume your being, be the strong woman that you are. Diana, don't let them seclude you from exploring the wonders this world has. Wonders that include you.

I've rummage through every possible corner of your being. Stop living in the shadows, Diana. Stop being so afraid of telling people who you truly are. Stop lying from the world because the truth is, you're lying more to yourself. I'm sorry if I have invaded your soul, but all I want in life is to help you, care for you and hold you.

But I was standing in between the lockers, secretly reading every detail of your peripheral view, then you slapped me and snatched your journal away.

I could snatch and pin you against the cold chemistry lab wall and open up to you. Open up those sweet lips that are as icy and trembled as your soul, and together we can recreate the art you endlessly jot in those pieces of paper.

Let me be your journal.

Diana, let me love you.

H x

Author's Note//

The next chapters will be longer (I hope so) it's just I'm on vacay and I write whenever I have spare time. Vote if you like it yeah?