A/N: Hey this is just something I made up when I was bored. I don't know how many entries each update will have. It depends on how bored I am and how much time I have. I really hope someone actually reads this one. No one has been reading my stories! R/R! Thanks! Hope you like it.
Dear Journal,
I left. I can't beleive I left. NO. I had to. It was the right thing to do. I wish she was here. Its only been days since I left. I miss her terribly. Sometimes I wish I hadn't left, but its for the best. When I think that I could have hurt her, or maybe even killed her. Its the most horrible feeling. New topic... I think I'll call my journal Willow. Kinda corny, I know, but I need to talk to her, and this way I kind of will be. I'm going to find a cure, and then I'll come back to you, Willow. I'll be back. I promise.
-Oz
Dear Willow,
I'm in Romania. I miss you terribly. I think of you every minute. I see you in my dreams. Your face. The face you made when I said I was leaving. Your tears, streaming down your face. I've always been laconic, quiet, but with you it was easy to talk. You made me so happy. I'm so sorry Willow, I'll make it up to you. Somehow. When I come home. I just hope you're still there.
-Oz
Dear Willow,
I'm still in Romania. There are rumors about a cure here, but no luck so far. I've been to some witches. They've tried to do spells, made potions, and done chants. Nothing has worked so far. I almost couldn't stand to go into their homes. They smelled like you. Sage, jasmine, and candles. You haunted the very scent of their potions. Tasting them was like a kiss. If I closed my eyes and thought hard enough of you, they were a kiss. Whenever I hear Barry on the radio I think of the time when your parents were out and I came in to find you in that red dress. So eager to please me. To make me happy. How did I repay you? I left. I ran. To find a cure so we can be together. Forever.
-Oz
Dear Willow,
I have left Romania. There is nothing for me there. No cure. I'm on my way to Transylvania. I heard that there is a great wizard of some sort there. I miss you. I miss the scoobies. I miss the dingoes. I miss the Bronze. Mostly You. Only a few nights until the change comes. I know of a place that I can go with restraints. I need to go. Please be waiting for me. Please, Willow. If I don't have you, I don't have anything.
-Oz
Dear Journal,
I left. I can't beleive I left. NO. I had to. It was the right thing to do. I wish she was here. Its only been days since I left. I miss her terribly. Sometimes I wish I hadn't left, but its for the best. When I think that I could have hurt her, or maybe even killed her. Its the most horrible feeling. New topic... I think I'll call my journal Willow. Kinda corny, I know, but I need to talk to her, and this way I kind of will be. I'm going to find a cure, and then I'll come back to you, Willow. I'll be back. I promise.
-Oz
Dear Willow,
I'm in Romania. I miss you terribly. I think of you every minute. I see you in my dreams. Your face. The face you made when I said I was leaving. Your tears, streaming down your face. I've always been laconic, quiet, but with you it was easy to talk. You made me so happy. I'm so sorry Willow, I'll make it up to you. Somehow. When I come home. I just hope you're still there.
-Oz
Dear Willow,
I'm still in Romania. There are rumors about a cure here, but no luck so far. I've been to some witches. They've tried to do spells, made potions, and done chants. Nothing has worked so far. I almost couldn't stand to go into their homes. They smelled like you. Sage, jasmine, and candles. You haunted the very scent of their potions. Tasting them was like a kiss. If I closed my eyes and thought hard enough of you, they were a kiss. Whenever I hear Barry on the radio I think of the time when your parents were out and I came in to find you in that red dress. So eager to please me. To make me happy. How did I repay you? I left. I ran. To find a cure so we can be together. Forever.
-Oz
Dear Willow,
I have left Romania. There is nothing for me there. No cure. I'm on my way to Transylvania. I heard that there is a great wizard of some sort there. I miss you. I miss the scoobies. I miss the dingoes. I miss the Bronze. Mostly You. Only a few nights until the change comes. I know of a place that I can go with restraints. I need to go. Please be waiting for me. Please, Willow. If I don't have you, I don't have anything.
-Oz
