"I saw you again today. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Your hair is like fire. Burning bright and red. Your eyes are like sapphire. Crystal blue. I wanna bury myself inside you. I'm gonna bury myself inside you. You're gonna love me too."
She had already read the entire diary but she kept going back to what she thought were the key points.
"I learned your named today. Piritta. I believe it's Irish. You don't sound Irish though. Maybe one of your parents traveled there when they were younger and they fell in love with the country. I can't wait to hear the story behind your name."
There wasn't much of a story to tell. Her mother had heard the name on tv one day and thought it was pretty. He had smiled at the story though, as if it meant the world to him to find out.
"You talked to me today. Your voice is smooth like velvet. I can't wait to hear how it sounds when you moan underneath me. When I make you cum and scream. I bet you sound like an angel. My angel."
He did always call her angel. It was his pet name for her. She didn't know it was because of her voice though.
"Our first date went perfect. I don't know why I was nervous to ask you out. Of course you said yes. You love me like I love you. You know we're destined to be together. I've done so much for you to notice me. I've played it up like coincidences. You don't need to know that I've been watching you. You don't need to know everything I've done for you to notice me. I did it for us. I did it for our love."
She placed the diary on the kitchen table and ran a hand over it. He would be home soon and they needed to have a talk.
"You moved in with me today. People say it's too fast but it feels right for us. I love you so much. We'll be together forever."
"Piritta?" Bray's voice sounded through the house. "Are you home?"
"In the kitchen!" She called.
He walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face.
"Hi, angel," he said.
He leaned down to kiss her but stopped when he noticed the two books on the kitchen table.
"My diary?" He asked confused. "You've read my diary?"
"I did," she answered.
She picked up the other book, stood up and gently pressed the book into his chest. He didn't know what that book was but it looked like a diary too.
"I've read yours so it's only fair you read mine," she said. "I was watching you too."