Dear Diary,

Last night was awful, my mum and dad had gotten into a fight again and it was again about a future I could not choose for myself. You see, I am engaged. Engaged to someone I have never met before and it scares me, it scares me that my parents can choose to give me away to a stranger. For the first time in years I cried, spread my heart out to God and begged Him to save me. I thought of running away you know, I nearly did. I had packed a small suite case full of some possessions I knew I would miss like my romance books. Sue me, I'm a sucker for romance and all the love and joy that comes with it.

Dragging my suite case along, I had started running past the house I was entrapped within when I crashed into her. I thought that my parents had caught on to my plan but when I looked up I saw her. Her, a girl so beautiful, so exquisite that my mouth dropped as I gasped in wonder. I had never met anyone so enchanting than when I met her.

However, I was quick to come out of my amazement when I realised that she too was carrying a suitcase as she supported a bruise upon her cheek that had no doubt did not come from our collision. No, the bruise was blacked with a nasty red hue about it and I have to say Diary that I was horrified at the sight of said bruise.

I was so engrossed at staring at her wound that she tried desperately to cover up that I was surprised when a muffled voice told me to "watch where I was going."

She grabbed her suitcase and ran whilst I was still frozen in shock at her sudden departure. I wanted to grasp on to her, so sure that she was an angel that God had sent down to save me but she was long gone I wanted to clutch onto her with all the power I held.

She had disappeared just like my future.

I turned back towards my prison still within shock and despair, I had a feeling that I had lost something very important, something that I should have held close.

Oh Diary! I can still remember her face even with her bruise. why can I remember her face? why can I remember her angelic, beautiful face?

It was the day our eyes crossed and it was the day that my yearning for her grew.