1st September 2014
After days of sulking over this diary—which I thought I have lost forever— I found it again in our storeroom. The intensity of sulking just matches with the the time I had sulked at the thought of you will leave me after our primary school gets over, and fate instead made me find you again in our high school.
Funny thing, isn't it?
Today the streets of Chicago were really windy, and trees are shedding their leaves. The Autumnal Chicago streets look etheral.
And time waits for none.
I have got promoted to the next year. I am a Sophomore now. How about you? Is Quantum Physics easy? My roommate Tori says it's a hard nut to crack. But I believe it's obviously a piece of cake for you!
Luke, do you recall the good times we used to have in our childhood? While walking down the streets today, I reminisced of how we first met, the childish conversations we used to have and how everything you did made my day.
How utterly and effortlessly beautiful you were! Hell, you still are!
I love you. So much.
Sometimes I want to run back to the past and ask apologies for ruining your day with my presence. My whole existence is irritating for me, you might not be an exception!
Yet, you will be my pixie dust forever— which Tinker bell gave to the children and which made them fly. You are made up of start dust, moondust and magical things. How flawlessly you manage to lift up my mood merely with your picture.
Tell me, shouldn't I call you a miracle?
Love,
N.
P.S- I know I write a lot of 'P.S.'s ',please don't mind that, you know I am a fool. By the way, I missed writing to you and I made new friends. Suta is my new bestfriend.
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Historia Corta> N is now dead. Her diary only consisted of that one name. Her secret admiration. Her Heartstrings. *detailed summary inside* ••• 1K on 2nd May, 2021 Present cover -@Charlieruuh Former cover - @inquilab Mature: Violence- Suicide attempt
