February 14
Dear Diary,
I've been thinking a lot lately. I figured out the one thing I really want to do with "him."
Do you ever look at trees and think about what it's been through its whole life as it was growing, how many seasons it's been through, how many branches broke off from it? Do you wonder if a young couple used to lean on it and tell each other secrets under it's leaves? Sometimes, I see carvings of initials in a heart, and I wonder if that couple is still alive, or if their love is still as strong as when they carved their initials out.
When I meet him, that's what I want to do. I want to carve out our love and hope that when we pass, lovers that sit at the bottom of that tree will love each other as much as him and I did.
But is "he" really out there? Does "he" even exist? And will I meet "him"? I hope I do because I've been feeling really lonely lately.
Yours truly,
Ella
