Dear Diary,
I still miss you.. but you seem so happy with her… but you talk to me… like we used to. We share secrets, I confess you one of the deepest secrets I’ve ever shared. But we still talk.. I still confess things to you that I haven’t confess to anyone before.
But why, why you always have to bring her up! Is she better than me? I love talking to you, you are one of my favorite people in the world. But you are far away.. far away from me and you still with her. I want you with me, by my side and with me. You said when I find someone and I feel in love I will be willing to compromise and even get married… I even invite you to my imaginary wedding … but God, I just wish you were my “imaginary” husband. I never thought about marriage with anyone but you. Maybe I’m just rambling but I miss you, I need you right by my side. I don’t lose hope, that one day you and will be together again.