Thursday, October 20. 3:51pm.
Dear Journal,
I miss Vanessa. I haven't seen her in two days, let alone talked with her.
She's overrunning my mind and my thoughts. I keep imagining her. Running my fingers through her chestnut hair. Staring into her shining emerald eyes. Feeling her soft skin underneath my fingertips. Counting the freckles on her face, wanting to trace imaginary lines, connecting them. I wanted to see her gorgeous smile. Be awed by her shining dimples. I wanted the sound of her extraordinary laugh to fill my ears.
It was all I could think about. She was all I could think about.
I needed her. She needed me. We needed each other.
How could she not see that?
