Dear Diary

When I was younger, I tried really hard not to cover my diary pages with sappy declarations of young love. I felt I was much more mature (yeah, right.) than the average teen, who failed to remember ("unlike me") that crushes are inevitably crushed. Sure, I had them. Goodness knows, I crushed on boys all over the place! I just didn't want documentation of my ever-changing romances, so I tried to keep the diary entries on the subject to a minimum.

Fast forward.

Now, my journal is full of page after page of love declarations, the name of my crush, and my roller coaster of emotion.

And I'm perfectly okay with that.

R. B. B.

♥