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Dear Diary

Dear diary,
It's been so long since I've written. Don't even know why... Well I guess I do. I'm lonely again and your all I've got, but I'm not lonely I've got a boyfriend, friends, I've finished my training to be a vet and am now a fully qualified surgeon. I would love to say the problem was work, the other surgeons are giving me a hard time seeing as I'm the newbie but inside me I know that it's not work. I'm enjoying work, my ongoing patient is a Dalmatian puppy called Olly, who is so cute! He's been in for two weeks now with a bone disorder. Anyway I'm going off on a tangent. Guess I'm trying to avoid the really problem. God, if he finds out I'm writing this I'm in so much trouble.

Let's see.... I left you three years ago saying I had met someone. He's hurting me... The confusion he puts in my head and makes heart my burn, it's so painful! I love him and I hate him. Thomas is always away with acting but I don't care about that, I love him for him. This time though, this time something is wrong. Maybe he is just upset about not getting to move to the coast because of my work, and having to spend another five years in the city is why he is giving me the silent treatment. I don't know!
I'm certain he hasn't met another girl. Thomas isn't like that and he would have told me, if it was a one time thing or a new relationship. He just won't talk to me at all! And I have no idea what to do. My closest family is now a two hour drive and I feel like I can't talk to Ava cause of Tom being her brother.
I wish you could tell me what to do diary. Like if I wrote out all my problems it would spell out the solution.
Goodbye I hope not to write to you soon.

I put the book down and stow it away under the mattress. I rub the creases on my brow, what to do? In a way I guess I just have to be patient and keep being persistent.
I make my way downstairs, tip toeing not to make a noise. I head to the kitchen, oh no look at the time it's already 8 going on 9. Taking a peep into the study I see the masses of sheets stacked so high that only a tuff of blond, hair stands above them. The continuos clicking of the mouse and the tapping at the keyboard. A loud frustrated groan and the smash of paper being thrown on the wall hurt me. Why did he have to spend so much time wearing himself and our love away on the nib of a pencil, scratching and snapping the lead until the blunt scraping wood was left, with only a hollow core. I boil the kettle, open the digestives and sit in the kitchen finishing off my paper work, dreaming of what it would be like to own that gorgeous puppy Olly. When the kettle sings it's tune and a couple of the digestives have already disappeared I decided it was time to persist. I take them into the study placing them on the corner and throwing my arms around him, giving a big smack of the lips on his cheeks. "What the hell?!" He shouted pushing me away. "You scared the life out of me! Can't you see I'm working?"
I stand back into the corner of the room. "Don't be silly Tom, you've been working for days, a cup of tea, biscuits and a kiss won't hurt."
"I've been working for days because you keep interrupting me so I can't work. Now leave me alone."
I gave up, if he wanted to be alone, he can be alone.
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Dear diary,
I still haven't made my mind up about Tom, it's been two weeks with zero change. The only reason I guess I stay is because of work; the puppy Olly gets no better with each day and I get more attached each minute. The owner, Harry, keeps coming in, originally to see his dog but now I get the feeling it's for another reason as well. It feels nice.
He's not like Tom at all! For starters his body is pure muscle, rock hard, ripped abs, big shoulders, small waist. He is also quite full of himself in a charming, funny way. He always starts our meetings with a cheesy flirting line that I can't help but blush at. And he's the same age as Tom, with the same blessing of external youth.
We have so many joint interests and I keep seeing him everywhere, he's always doing this and that which I happen to do. It's so cringe, but it's nice to feel like somehow I matter to someone out there. On top of that I'm head over heels in love with his puppy. But every time I have to remind him of how I'm happily in a relationship.
Like that's even true!