Dear Diary,
Harry read it. We cried in each other's arms. It felt good to be in his arms. His tight, loving embrace.
We cried because we decided on something together. In three days...we're jumping off that bridge I told you about, Diary.
We'll leave this place in each others arms. The bridge I wanted a picture on, will be the place we last lived. The place 'love' means the most to us both.
I'll miss people. The people who cared about me.
I'm sorry for the tear stained pages, Diary. I have to go now.
-Louis T.
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