Midnight Diaries Entry 9

In final epilogue we write in stature, my mind and I, for quite highly we’ve come to understand of that strange one-sided game called love. The night of dance has yet to come, but we have settled our concerns with quiet thought and mild distractions. My mind has found a…

Midnight Diaries Entry 8

Tonight I am certain that my heart has found alasted peace. I can look forward and sideways but never backwards anymore when I look at her and when she looks at me. It was perhaps mutual all along—the indifference we bore in each other’s eyes—,but I care not for it…

Midnight Diaries Entry 7

I realized how pathetic a heart could truly be that day. Amidst some mindless lecture, I made the foolish judgement to eavesdrop on a conversation I knew I would not enjoy. Talk of dance and dance invitations crumpled in wads of excited speech behind the back of my head, and…

Midnight Diaries Entry 6

And too fickle I’ve come to understand of my heart’s content. Were it have been a two months, perhaps I would be better at ease, but only two weeks into a period of temporary absence—only two weeks of not seeing her!—I’ve fallen quite suddenly for someone suddenly quite fall’n cute….

Midnight Diaries Entry 5

I am in trance. She’d just had her birthday celebration, and there was no better feeling of the night than seeing her in a cherry crimson dress. Ai, but I jump too quickly. Let’s start from the beginning. ~  ~    ~   ~    ~ ~~      …

Midnight Diaries Entry 4

I profess closure. And while with all my heart’s strength I yearn the damn thing, I cannot help but doubt my own ability to yearn. Of her, my runaway thoughts are like droplets of crystalized caramel—sweet to believe but unable to be tasted. Occasionally, rogue sights of her make all…

Midnight Diaries Entry 3

There’s always a scintilla of poison left behind, no matter how thoroughly one cures a memory-wound. While taken in small amounts, it seeps into your veins benign and ineffective, but should it accumulate in horrendous amounts, hearts burst and minds deteriorate. A love insanity, so to speak, and it was…

Midnight Diaries Entry 2

In but a daze we went, my mind and I; for but a second, we two stumbled into the evening air. There was a strange feeling, being there—existing then in that fraction of a time—to be so lost in a school so familiar, so uncomfortable in a morning home I’d…

Midnight Diaries Entry 1

The innocence in no-nonsense play is something I remember. In the fifth grade, my tiny self followed a tiny heart that beat open admiration in precocious amounts. He seemed so carefree, that fool. In open admiration he rejoiced everything, but in secret adoration he loved but one person. Puppy love—I…