dead. you were dead?someone calmly expressed that you were dead but i laughed heartily. they surely had been mistaken.
my questions were ignored, so i resorted to reading your notebook, i am sorry. guilt was drilled in me when i opened the first fragile page, because i remembered how much you adored it.
inside were so many entries to your diary, i assume. each day marked and almost every entry filled up a page or even more.
i spent hours reading, it took and blew me away. your writing was beautiful. dates started from january of two thousand fourteen but came to a halt on february second of two thousand eighteen.
confusion. i was confused why you had stopped writing, until i read the last page.
february 2nd, 2018
i saw someone yesterday, and i was mesmerized by her blonde hair and pouty lips. sadly, i was taken away before i could've said my greetings.
i was determined to find her, and luckily for me - i did today. i brought the chocolate cookies i had baked for my birthday, and passed them out. i thought she would've liked them too; she did.
she ate every piece happily, smudging it across her mouth. i still didn't catch her name but i knew she was something different. way different.
her smile made my life here a lot better, she made me laugh. i haven't laughed in years. i was grateful i had met her. so grateful.
i have talked with her for hours and hours, my heart was full. i met her today and it was a shame.
i had to leave tomorrow.
but for once, i think i've fallen in love. i never knew i would be one to fall under such cliché categories, like love at first sight.
but i think i love her.
thinking back, i definitely love her.
i glanced at my fringes and frizzy hair, from the lack of care and treatment. it had to been about me, or so i thought, so i hoped.
subconsciously, i cried before someone tapped my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. she told me it had been a year since your latest entry.
i couldn't understand. why did that matter?
i just wanted to see you again.
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YOU ARE READING
i found you
Romance⠀⠀ in which a hopeless romantic loves someone who doesn't exist to anyone but her. short story - (sahyo) ⠀⠀