Dear Diary

Dear Diary

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In the point of view of a guy who found a diary. At first he didn't know who she was. Slowly he met the owner and the writer. How can he seemingly meet two people? Well he didn't know that Elizabeth was the owner of the diary. So he fell in love with Elizabeth while learning so much about her past that once he finds out her identity he falls so much more in love. This book takes you through his story of meeting her, his letters to her and finally Elizabeth's diary. AN it's a weird writing style that I'm trying. So don't judge too hard but please leave comments. All the feed back is helpful
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Some people arrive quietly. No fireworks. No background music. Just a look. A name. A violet shirt in a white room. You don't realize it's the start. Not until you're too far in. I didn't fall for him the way stories say you should. There was no moment of knowing. Just a slow ache that built between library tables and half-finished coffee cups. The kind of love that feels like a question no one teaches you how to ask. We were never official. Never obvious. We were playlists. Eye contact. A sentence that almost sounded like confession-until it didn't. And somewhere in that space between almost and never, I became someone I didn't recognize. Someone quieter. Smaller. And then... someone who walked away. This is not a story about the guy I ended up with. This is about the one I couldn't have. The one who arrived too late. The one who taught me that not all love stories need a happy ending- Some just need a girl who finally chooses herself. And this time, I did.

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