Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I thought about him tonight. Beneath the radiant moonlight. The midnight sky lit up my room as my candle bid adui. Concerto embraced me as I descended my manuscript to silk whispers of blue. I grasped for my quill and parchment hoping to release these thoughts to you, dear diary true. My heart aches as I smile. Im left breathless while relaxed, heart in exile. For his voice, how sweet it is when he teases. His eyes, how mesmorizing when hes unconscious of my admiration; increases. His smile is most sweet when he laughs; and though he knows it not, it is the thing I cannot see that I love best...