A Little Factory of My Imagination

short story #2

This diary entry was written the day before she lost him.

February 13, 2019

Dear Diary,

    I'm still concerned. No, perhaps I'm just scared I'm going to lose him. Referring back to the previous entry, I think I am. He's changing, much to my dismay, by too much and by how I see it, a bad way. He's changing and I can't stop it and correct him to the way I want it.

    He forgets things more often nowadays. I poured out my heart and soul my grief when my grandmother passed away a few days ago. He said he wants to comfort me through text. I also asked him to help me with math. He said he will. He promised. Today he forgot. Everything.

    He didn't bother to console me. He said I wasn't looking for him. I did, as a matter of fact, but gave up because I couldn't find him. He was with the other boys. Was I that irrelevant to him?

People say our relationship's health was diminishing. I don't want to believe them because there's still hope. I'm trying to understand him, what's wrong, why is he acting like this?

I think that's what I've been doing wrong all along. Instead of complaining about his drastic change, I should learn how to accept and love who he is. I need to understand. I've been telling him how I feel but I barely asked him how he felt. That's what I'll do tomorrow, I'll tell him that.

If I do that, I can see the future of us brighter than ever.

Sincerely,

Me.

There's a sequel to this story. It's a songfic which I plan to publish here as well. This is a sad story. The worst feeling one can ever have is realizing a mistake and figuring out how to fix it, only to find out you can't mend the problem anymore.

I've been trying different formats to write short stories. I've tried flash fiction, poetry, songfics but I never tried to tell a story through song. Maybe I should try... but when I did it sounded cringy 😂😂😂

I've made a song about my type but it's still incomplete. It's a fun song to sing on the ukelele.

Do you guys play any instruments?