Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
The morning sun was shining through the trees, and we stopped to take a hike through the forest. The dewy mist still lingered in the air and the greenery was vibrant and luscious. It was so peaceful, just him and me, that I felt as if we were the only two people in the world. We found a tranquil pond, where we sat in silence, my heart singing with joy.
We returned to the cabin, and what I saw took my breath away. Troy had prepared a romantic dinner for two – candles lit on the table, with wildflowers in vases. The fireplace was lit, and it provided a warm and inviting atmosphere. We enjoyed a delicious meal as we talked about our future and shared our secrets.
We stepped out onto the deck that overlooked the stars and lay down on the hammock. The blanket of stars seemed to stretch on forever, and all of my worries melted away as I felt Troy’s firm embrace. His heart beat in sync with mine, and it felt like time stood still – nothing else in this world mattered but us.
My heart swells with emotion when I think back to that special day when our love was still new and fresh, when every moment felt like an adventure, every touch like an electric shock going through my veins. This day was a reminder of how strong our love was and how much we had grown together.
Dear Diary,
Today, I found myself reflecting on my relationship with Troy. We used to be so in love, and it was as if the stars had aligned when we first met. He had a strong presence, and I knew from the moment I saw him that we were meant to be together. I felt like nothing in the world mattered when I was with him. I thought back to the way Troy and I had been when we first met, how our love just seemed to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. When we were together, it felt like nothing else mattered in the world. We could stay out all night or just sit in comfortable silence, and either way, it felt right.
Our bond was so strong that it was almost tangible. I could feel the connection between us everywhere we went. We’d laugh at the same jokes, finish each other’s sentences, and knew exactly what the other one was thinking without having to say a word.
It’s so sad that as the years went on, our relationship slowly changed. We started going through the same motions, and I could sense a distance growing between us. We stopped talking and laughed less until eventually we stopped laughing altogether. We became strangers in the same house, and I guess I always knew inevitably, things would end between us.
Nothing lasts forever.
I know our love is gone, and it is time to move on.
But I do miss those days when it felt like we were two star-crossed lovers who were meant to be together. I miss the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, and the way we talked about our dreams for our future.
But now things feel so different. I wonder if we’ll ever find our way back to those days when our love was new and untainted. Or have we lost each other forever?
I should stop reading. I really should. But… one more entry and then I will. I will put the journal away to join the others in their hidden coffin. Just one more…
Okay, now I’m hooked. It’s better than finding and reading an old romance novel. I should stop reading before I get completely hooked, but—just a little more.
Dear Diary,
Today, I told Troy that I had to leave him. His fury was expected, but his declaration that leaving him would mean choosing death, took me by surprise. How could he think our love was so strong that death was the only way out of it? As I sat there silently, tears streaming down my face, I asked myself what had happened to us.
We had started out as two star-crossed lovers, living in a fantasy world of our own creation. We promised each other nothing but happiness and forever togetherness; but now here we were – bound by an ever-tightening grip of desperation and despair. We were no longer two people connected by a shared passion, but rather two people clinging to survival in a world we created out of fear and uncertainty.
I wonder if things would have been different if we’d taken our time to properly cultivate our relationship instead of rushing into things head on. If we’d taken the time to really understand each other and work through our differences before making any commitments or promises, then perhaps things wouldn’t be so strained between us now.