Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

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Dear Diary,

Today I saw a guy alone sitting at the coffeeshop. I have never seen him before in this small town of ours, so I was certain that it's either he's just stopping by, or a newcomer to our town. He wears a white shirt, and a beanie that has some of his hair tucked out, and he reads a newspaper. He looks cute as he furrowed his eyebrows, probably reading the news section. I looked away, when I saw him glance around, afraid that he might catch me staring. As I looked down, I wonder, will I ever see him again? I looked back up at him, as he still continues to read the old newspaper.

Diary, why is everything blurry and irrelevant except for him?

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Dear Diary,

He didn't return the next day. Or the day after that. He didn't return. So as I was walking back home, there he sat, alone, infront of an abandoned bakery near our place. I stood frozen, why can't I move? He sat there, looking at a distance, completely lost in his own little world. He smiled a little, which made the butterflies in my stomach go mental. I couldn't figure out how a guy that I barely know made me feel this way. I sighed, before walking away on another direction, afraid that he might see me.

Diary, why is it so hard to walk away?

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Dear Diary,

Minutes passed. Days passed. Months passed. I never saw him again. I was about to lose hope, until he walked into the shop. I held my breath, he still looked the same guy I fell inlove with the first time he entered the shop, the difference is that, he's with someone else. He caught every girl's attention. I felt sad, as he smiled at every girl in the room, but I'm afraid he didn't notice me. I turned away, and head to the exit door, and sat down at the bare ground, looking up the blue sky. I felt the tears build up, ready to fall down, but I didn't stop it. I let myself cry. All these years, I've been waiting, hoping, loving. But his smile isn't because of me. His laugh isn't for me. And his heart doesn't beat for me.

Diary, Am I really hard to find?

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