The unsung diary girl
She dusted her old diary from her long treasured safe. The dust clouded her mind with visions slightly blur and muddling thoughts. Then, love was so dear and inseparable yet she began to write him like an old story. Like a phantom in the twisted nightmare of some lost soul, she begin to meander through the never failing memories churning in her heart. She recalled the once-full spot he inhabited in her heart that lies like a untended vacuum now. She muttered, "yes, people can change for better, worse, for nothing, never staying the same. Have I not change?" F or she felt the first love she gave was a test and a test she failed, a test to get over it and move on. She flips pages after pages and in it she lives on every sweet words resounding as fresh as the first time she heard him tell her. Oh...memories...she sigh! Love was sweet as honey'd flavor because in her love lies a t...