Spoilers
Spoilers. Oh how she loves that word.
It promises more to come, a future.
And her heart sings with joy.
A future with her sweetie in his bowtie!
He is patient as she gets to know him,
With each visit, each adventure.
Looking at her with love brimmed eyes.
He gifts her a diary, the bluest of blues,
And she fills the empty pages with their tale.
Soon that word creases between them,
For other more endearing words.
They marry under the full moon and bright stars,
A wedding as strange as them.
It must have been their happiest hour.
She finds herself uttering that word,
Watching him grow excited each time.
At first, it's amusing, so this is how he had felt.
But soon it's spoken too often,
And the endearments all but fade.
His eagerness turns to annoyance.
When she meets him for the last time,
His ignorance is the death of her.
His eyes hold nothing but distrust,
And her secrecy only angers him.
He asks who she is, what's inside the diary.
Spoilers. Oh how she hates that word.
