Our story

 

Dear Diary,


I remember how beautiful you used to be, I remember how you made me smile, and I remember how you made me laugh, I remember of all the good times we had and of all the good times we spent together. Sadly the wicked world tried its best and succeeded, and you aren't beautiful anymore. You pretend to be beautiful, but I know you're not. You're not the person you used to be, you are someone completely different. Yet even though I am told by many I shouldn't care anymore, I still care, and even though I am told by many I shouldn't love anymore, I still love. I know.  I'm incredibly stupid. I'm a very foolish man. I believe because I have hope, I hope because I can still feel that you have piece of light shining in your heart. If I didn't believe and if I


 didn't have hope, I wouldn't be here. And so I am writing this nonsense to you in my own way so only you can ever truly understand it. I shouldn't be doing this yet I am doing this. I should be as far away from our frequency, yet I still am on our frequency. I should just leave it alone, but I can't leave it alone. Let's just say I believe in our love more than I'll ever believe in your hatred. The whole world doesn't have a clue, but we do. I can only hope that our love's going to win in the end. There I said it. I said it all. It's a shame the


 world will never know about Adam. It's a shame the world's always going to call him number 1. Or that memories are thousand times more powerful the world will ever realize, and how Adam truly takes away a soul. Oh well, you can't say anything because they'll think you mad, I can't say anything because they'll think me mad, but that's only because they don't know and they'll never know our story.        





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