Dear Diary,
I met a man that fascinated me. CS was a little taller than I and had the most stunning eyes. Whenever he came to me he always looked exhausted. Over time he took rent in my mind and heart. I was terrified of the thought of his absence. I felt this strange energy overtake my soul as I saw him each time. I slowly felt feelings for him and felt perplexed each time in his presence that I felt I was finally home. As time slowly ticked I worried about him more. I do not know if he is well. It feels as if my soul is slowly getting more exhausted each day I wait for his reply. Sometimes I wonder if he is too busy to reply to my messages. I feel this ach in my chest. With Covid-19 I have had difficulty making friends but somehow he wormed his way in. I like him more than I realized in the past. I regret never taking the courage to call him in the past, that I think probably would have been nice. I miss his voice the most. He is a very good guy that works very hard. If I see him again I hardly know how I will react once I see him.
-Ma'am X