Chapter 7: Journal

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January 7th,

When I first saw her I knew it.

She was the one. 

Every night for hundreds of years I have dreamt of her. I have dreamt of her skin so smooth and perfect, and her eyes and smile which are too beautiful to be compared to anything else. I have heard the sound of her laughter, and smelled her heaven-like scent.

In all my dreams she was of innocence, she was an angel. But it appears that my dreams to not reflect reality. 

If my dreams do not reflect reality than I should be completely rid of these feelings and she too (that is if she feels this way). 

These feelings must go away! They have to. I am positive that if I were given the opportunity I would act upon them. Doing so would only led to bad things. 

I pray with all, or most, of my heart that these feelings are not mutual. But the way she acted in the van. Is that just of her character? I hope so. But the way that she noticed my every move. No. It couldn't be. It isn't. 

Its all in my head.

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