Dear diary; I love him

"I love him," she whispered to herself, the words carrying the weight of endless moments shared, laughter intertwined, and the gentle touch of his presence in her life. It wasn't just the grand gestures or fleeting moments; it was the way he effortlessly made her smile, the comfort found in his embrace, and the depth of understanding that transcended spoken language. Her love for him was a tapestry woven with threads of admiration, respect, and an unwavering sense of belonging. In the quiet depths of her heart, a masterpiece of emotions that spoke volumes without uttering a word.

"Dear diary, i love him." she said as they both shared their kisses.