Hard Times

This is another page from my old diaries. I remember it as if it was yesterday. There was three persons only between us and that was very close indeed.

“Something has been changed in my life since last Tuesday because I was sitting close to her and watching her beautiful face. She looked, smiled and talked. Although that wasn’t me whom she talked to but I was very happy. I pretend to be that person. I know it is very silly to live all your moments in your life pretending.

I dream of the day when I can speak to her and she listens to my words. I ask my self if I will have the power to let myself enjoying her lovely smile without turning my face because of my shyness.

Now, I am sure if I talk to her, she will listen and reply with her lovely voice.

But where is the power to force me towards her. No power. It’s so pathetic to be like that. So, I’ve decided to send her a written message telling her what I feel. May be a card with a lovely picture. Sending it to the faculty requires some courage and power to let that happen and prevent its quickly death.

Be with me and don’t let me alone.”

I’ve sent the letter but that is another page of my diaries.