Diary, I just want to pour my heart to you. I do not know what to tell anyone because I just believe you. I think you're my friend when I needed a place to share stories, because sometimes the closest friends were not able to solve our problems.
Diary, I'll tell you right now.
I'm in love with someone she was so special until I'm crazy. One day I invited friends work together the way baseball know my friend invites her to a boarding his friend. Apparently female friend, and when it was introduced in its name Yanti, and could not mention the others because a lot of people there. And a few days later everything was running smoothly. I would often call's and SMS's, he was nice, caring, compassionate, honest, beautiful, sweet, and I'm even more familiar with it day after day. Although he and I were some distance from the residence did not cover the communication
One day my friends work together to the place invites badminton practice, continued until after it turns out I'll see you there with him. I too was greeted with a smile, silently thinking must say what? yeah at last communication with him also, although a little ashamed to express it. His hand is still felt. If necessary I will not wash my hands all day so that I can still feel the warmth of the grip. It's been two weeks since I did not see him.
There was a strange feeling running down my veins if I remembered him. A sense that I do not know what they mean face and the smile he spoke style, torture I thought when morning came. How I wanted to walk to meet him. Sometimes I purposely waited for news of him, hoping to play again to his boarding house. My job is so messy and several times I got scolded by my boss for being caught daydreaming. Really I was made drunk by women on this one.
Not a day without thinking of him until my friends were surprised that a drastic change in me. I usually say much now prefer silence. in fact sometimes I like to smile himself. Yes I finally gave up. I now know the answer is nothing else I've fallen in love with yanti. He has stolen half of my soul, he has chalked a form of love in my heart.
Has he been someone in his heart .... I wish I had met earlier, may I offer this sincere feelings to him.
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