To my dear diaries, who left me too:
One day a child of sensation got the idea of scribbling the painful notes on the blank pages of a diary. Years passed away. She kept on writing and there came an end to it. Writer’s block was always there but she struggled to continue to paint her feelings on the deserted pages. So, then she bought another diary, smaller than the previous one. Yet, full of love and expression. I named those books My Dear Diaries.
You My Dear Diaries: You reached to your owner. You are back to where you have to stay always. I borrowed you for some time, to spend my days. You were and are still my best friends. I feel lonely without you. I miss you a lot. I wish I had the courage to adopt you two forever, for life. But you were never mine. You were always his and to him you returned. I loved you with all my heart and so i left you…..and do you know Dear Diaries: that’s exactly what he did to me! He loved me with all his heart and then left me in someone’s hand. So, i can feel your pain. I am sorry…. I am really sorry. Please do keep me alive in your inked pages.
The Loneliest M
01: 45 pm
12 Oct, 2017