Dear Diary
"Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole word seems depopulated."
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She sat alone inside of her tour bus staring out into the world that she had come to learn was filled with broken hearts and broken dreams. Snow began to fall and she closed her eyes as her mind drifted into the past- a place it seemed to call home.
She tried countless times throughout the day to keep her mind off of him and what he may be doing. It ate at her insides.
Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure, if I knew you were missing me too…
Miley forced the thought out of her mind. She reluctantly let her last teardrop fall. She pulled out the plush pink notebook underneath her pillow and looked through all the pages, skimming each and every entry. Finally, she found a blank page. She smoothed the top of it, and reached for a pen. She began to write.
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Dear Diary,
It's a striking frigid day with the cold air misting small droplets of ice, that fall just above our heads. As I step outside, I look deep inside myself to where I maintain my deepest outlook towards the madness distributed here in front of me. I close my eyes, and breathe in the air just as it chills my senses for what seems like the hundredth time this winter. I feel content letting a timid smile emerge because for the first time in a long time, I feel reassured that everything is going to be okay.
Reality is setting in however, because here I am clarifying why we should be as one. I engraved my feelings all in the dust. It's difficult to unveil how I feel when I've been so accustomed to keeping my thoughts sheltered and unseen. I come undone at the things he says. He's so charming when he smiles with joy. He has a sparkle about him that never fails to surface. We were suddenly fooled by a draft of lust blowing past us. It was too sweet to last, although it was only a matter of time until we got hurt. But now that it's miserably broken, I hold on to his secrets just as love ignites in my soul. Tears begin to form when I contemplate how I don't have him to hold just as the bitter breeze gusts deep through our bodies.
These silly little wounds will never mend, because I feel as if the life I've come to know and love is nowhere near. It's time to leave this treasured day unaccompanied by the thought of missing what we were. I'm ready to break the silence as we stand in the cold with the steady breeze as the only component separating our most beloved passions. Now is the time to seclude this barrier between us, and say the words that we know have been indifferently avoided. It's time to move on, whether either of us is willing to do so. We had an unforgettable experience that will always be kept close to my heart but I feel content to leave this beautiful winter day without turning back. As I'm turning the corner, I can see the sun beginning to set, shining brilliant rays of beauty onto the hills of my home. I look above and smile knowing this is the launch of a pleased and innovative me.
Love Always,
Miley
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She sat back and read it.
Then she read it again. And again.
She referred to it often throughout her days on tour. Sometimes it was her only hope of remembering what it was like to be happy. She'd read it a million times. Not once did she believe it.