dear diary,
i saw her again today. she looked so beautiful as she laughed and giggled with her friends. i wonder what she was laughing about? perhaps a boy, perhaps a girl, though the latter was unlikely.
if i had been noticed by her, i'd love to know if she ever spoke of me. the name leigh-anne was probably the highest in my unofficial word count when i spoke to perrie, which most likely annoyed her but i didn't care.
i love her, a lot, and it hurts to know that the love is most definitely not mutual. the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles, the way she fiddles with the bracelet on her wrist when she's nervous or bored, and the way her raven hair bounces as she walks makes me swoon.
fuck, i've got it bad for her.
jade x
