A diary entry: "Caught in the same old story"

Dear Diary,

It’s crazy how another name, another face, can unravel me all over again. Here I am—falling, heart wide open, guard completely down—knowing full well it’s going to hurt. But the heart doesn’t care about logic, does it? It just leaps.

He’s nothing like you. Carefree, confident, the kind of guy who knows exactly what he wants. He moves through life like a sunbeam cutting through a crowded room—warm, bright, impossible to ignore. Everyone notices him. Girls whisper his name like a secret, and yet… to him, I’m just another shadow ing by.

They call him a pookie, a player—but I see something else. Beneath that easy smile is a softness, a kid at heart who laughs like he means it and carries a quiet kindness in his eyes. It’s that side of him that makes my heart flutter and my mind do reckless things.

The worst part? I only have a month here. Thirty days to feel this—maybe hold onto something that might never be mine. It’s like trying to catch sunlight in my hands—beautiful, warm, but impossible to keep. And still, I’m willing to take those extra steps, to rewrite the story I once wrote for you.

I don’t want to be the girl who forgets too fast or loves too lightly. But here I am, caught between the past and the present, between what was and what could be. My heart feels like fragile glass, and I’m terrified it might shatter—but I’m drawn to the light anyway.

God, please… not again. But if it has to be, let it be real this time.

— Me

XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO XOXO

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Writing: Mine

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