Dear Diary,
And in my imagination, I sat with him tonight. Against the star-lit night, he held my hand. And in the calming shower before us, I felt the warmth inside. He looked at me like I’ve never been stared at before. And his hand grabbed on tighter. I felt the warmth as if it never ceased in the past. In his eyes were unspoken questions.
And in my imagination, I told him:
“I don’t know. I… I just do not know. Maybe I, I’m testing people around. Maybe I’m playing emotions. I don’t know. I am really not sure of… of everything that’s happening. Really uncertain. All of these… I don’t know. For a moment, I know, but after, I don’t anymore. I’m sorry. I’m really scattered. I just don’t want to be with someone right now. I don’t know. I don’t even know if i’m sure of that. It may not have been all, but atleast I’ve done my part. Someone has to be sure, it’s either you or me. Just be sure. Just be. Just take me like I’ve always been yours. Just take me like I’ve always been good. Just don’t ask. Just take me. Just grab me. Just hold me. Just stop me. Just help me to be certain about you. Please.”
