Dear Diary, It Was Him
- Reads 211
- Votes 8
- Parts 21
Ongoing1h 3m
Last published Thu, Apr 3, 2025
A collection of memories, emotions, and unspoken thoughts-Dear Diary, It Was Him is a compilation of Eliana's diary entries, capturing the fleeting yet profound moments of admiration, curiosity, and longing.
From the first unexpected encounter to the silent prayers whispered in the quiet of the night, Eliana pours her heart onto these pages, documenting every glance, every hesitation, and every regret. Through stolen moments, unanswered questions, and the hope that perhaps fate is at play, her diary unfolds a story of what-ifs, lingering feelings, and a connection that exists somewhere between reality and the heart's imagination.
Told in raw, intimate reflections, this diary is not just about him-it's about the emotions that linger, the moments that shape us, and the stories we carry long after they've passed.
All Rights Reserved
#14
crushstory
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Written Between Glances
She saw him for the first time without her glasses. A silhouette. A sweater. A voice like still water. Just a glance-fleeting, forgettable. A face in a sea of faces. Or at least, that's how she wished she could remember it. But the truth was: she was whipped from the moment she first saw him. This wasn't just a crush- it was limerence, longing, and a yearning that refused to fade. As their conversations deepened, so did her confusion. Was he interested... or just kind? Was it love... or projection? She was falling in love more with what he represented... and learning, painfully, that what she was searching for was never in them to begin with.
My First Love (Pages of a one sided love)
"This is not a love story. This is a story of love-unspoken, unseen, and unforgettable. A diary filled with late-night thoughts, unspoken confessions, and a heart that kept loving even when it was never loved back. A girl who wrote instead of confessing. A boy who became a story without ever knowing. And a love that stayed, even when it was never meant to." Most impressive ranking- #1 in relate out of 2.45k stories #8 in overthinker out of 3.92k stories #4 in letter out of 14.8k stories
Wife Forgotten, a novella
My husband, Mark, is a good man; he's a strong man. When I needed him to step up with our kids as I finished dental school, he became our little family's rock without ever complaining or being bitter. He owned late-night feedings and diaper changes like a champ while I slept so I could be prepared for my classes in the morning. Now, it's my turn to return the favor. He's working hard on a high-profile case that could change the trajectory of his career if he wins this case. In marriage, sometimes a little sacrifice is needed, which is why on our tenth wedding anniversary, like the past six months, I'm celebrating alone, a sacrifice I'm more than willing to give to the man who's so proudly stood by my side all these years. That is until this betrayal . . . . . . well, let's just say it was never a sacrifice I was willing to make. For Readers: *This story is a novella. My goal is to keep it UNDER fifteen chapters with each chapter no more than 2K words. *Constructive critiques are welcomed. * I do try my best to proofread, but mistakes will slip through. Feel free to point them out!Complete
Tanner and Esme
Esme Things can become clear in a second. When I found Tanner in his office with that woman, so many things became obvious. Tanner's always held himself back from me, but now, secrets and lies come tumbling out into the light. He's never loved me and he never will. I'm no longer willing to be a placeholder in his life, and I have to end our marriage. Tanner I'd been married for four years to someone I didn't believe I loved because I thought I still loved another woman. A woman I had to give up when I chose to marry my wife after I got her pregnant. Now, the other woman's back, she's divorced and is telling me it's our time to be together. Just as soon as I divorce my wife, who's pregnant with our second child. The allure of the past was impossible to resist, so I gave in, met her at my office and my wife found us just...after. So many things became clear to me even before I looked into my wife's devastated eyes. What had I done? I knew what I'd done, and now I had to prove to my wife that she's the one I want.Complete
Tenn and Lark
I had warned him. My husband was working with his friend's sister to renovate her grandparents' home and get it ready to sell. She was taking more and more of his time, leaving me alone more and more. I had warned him. So on the day I realized my husband was having an emotional affair with this woman was the day I was done with him. I had warned him. And he didn't listen. But he's listening now. Now, when it's too late. He's promising to make it right, to win me back, to not stop until I've forgiven him and we're back together. I've assured him that's not happening. I had warned him. Now he was warning me: I'm going to make this right and I won't stop until you're mine again.Complete
//In My Feelings// Poetry
Elixir darker than blood penned on porcelain coloured parchment, the reflections of my reckonings, caged transgressions and feelings. -Z. Greatest Achievements- #1 in poetry. #1 in poet. #1 in poetrycollection. #1 in poesia. #2 in nonfiction. #4 in undiscovered. #14 in diverselit. #2 in literature. #2 in poem. #4 in poems. #1 in freeverse. All media are from Google and Pinterest.Complete
Gone Him Waiting Her
She was his first love. The girl who knew his laughter, his dreams, his fears. The one he swore he'd never let go of. Until one day, he did. Without warning. Without goodbye. He was her everything. Her first kiss. Her first heartbreak. The boy who carried her heart in his hands- and then shattered it when he disappeared. Years passed. Wounds turned into scars. She learned to live with the silence he left behind. He learned to live with the regret of leaving her. Now, fate has thrown Mason and Ella together again- in the most unexpected place, on the most ordinary day. But nothing about seeing each other feels ordinary. It feels like the past rushing back. It feels like the pieces of a love story trying to fit again. But can she trust him after the way he left? And can he prove that this time, he's here to stay? Because sometimes love doesn't end. Sometimes, it waits.
Write it Down so I Don't Forget
Elizabeth has a very mundane boring life but sometimes she needs to vent about anything and everything. The only relief she finds is by writing it down. So this is her life. This is her diary. It's not formatted like an actual book and it has IM language as well as emojis because this is my life. This is basically a "story" of my senior year. It's messy and unorganized just like my life. Don't hate this is actually what happens/ had happened to me. I changed names and took out some parts but everything is very real. *this has NOT been edited! Read at your own risk*Complete
DARKEST MINDS ( Completed)
There are some memories Which we try to erase but we cannot , The loyality of the memories be judged by the loyality of that person, Memories are something which are Not meant to be erased But to be keep them forever, These memories which we constantly try to erase to forget, That those memories are printed with a permanent ink in our soul and that ink is our love that we hate ! Instant love is good ! Instant friendship is good ! But Breaking it for was very difficult in life. The situation which Makes our life messfull but at last give peace to our soul.Complete
All That I Have Written
There is a guy that is used to being unheard, a guy that is used to hide his feelings for himself. A guy who writes everything that his mouth can't say. With the use of his paper and pen, he is free in expressing his heart wants to say. In an unexpected moment, a girl had read his diary. Will this be the person who's willing to hear all the pain of his heart? Or she's just going to be the another reason for him to broke down into pieces?Complete
She saw him for the first time without her glasses. A silhouette. A sweater. A voice like still water. Just a glance-fleeting, forgettable. A face in a sea of faces. Or at least, that's how she wished she could remember it. But the truth was: she was whipped from the moment she first saw him. This wasn't just a crush- it was limerence, longing, and a yearning that refused to fade. As their conversations deepened, so did her confusion. Was he interested... or just kind? Was it love... or projection? She was falling in love more with what he represented... and learning, painfully, that what she was searching for was never in them to begin with.
More detailsContent Guidelines