It's a very funny subject, and a topic. It's always confusing to think why we love. Of course, there's the theoretical answer, which is you love because there is something triggered which equals to a chemical reaction when you feel 'attracted' to someone. But something MORE than that has to be.
Only something more than a mere chemical reaction is capable of letting you feel all drops and sorts of emotions. That... Is love.
I can't identify why, but I can be sure what love is. It's very confusing, indefinite and infinite among humanity. Undescribable, yet at the same time, very, very precious.
Love Always,
Mae.
This is going to be weird. At first at least. I haven't talked to you in over a year, but the teacher said we should use this diary to express our emotions and the only one I could ever be one hundred percent honest with is you.
Those letters to you are worth 25% of my final grade so I must find some interesting things to talk to you about.
It's going to be good for me too. It'll help me move on. Help me live my life again.
I just hope that it will get easier because for now, just imagining talking to you every week brings it all back, all those feelings. I still hope that, one day, you will read those letters for real. That they won't just be a way to keep you in my mind.
I'm not stupid, I know that you will never read them but imagining that you will helps me write what I really want to say.
So this is for you, I hope you will enjoy.
With all my love,
Emily