I am so very sorry for disregarding this fic. I have decided to continue and update much more. My apologies for waiting so long to start writing.

Dear Diary,

Poland didn't quite work out. Security at the airport apparently found the knife I was planning to use on Eponine. I can't have that little gamine attacking my beloved. Who does she think she is anyway? For goodness sake, she has no teeth! Enjolras deserves someone like me, who is superior hygiene wise. Also, I'm not a mental stalker like she is. People like Eponine are so infuriating! When she can't get Marius, she has to attack Montparnasse. When that doesn't work, she follows my love around. I hope she burns with the rest of the Mary Sues, but I digress…

Returning to my airport story, I told the guards it was reserved for Eponine, they didn't believe me. They said that there was no way to stab a fictional character. They also made it clear that it didn't matter who the knife was intended for. It was still a threat and I would have to be kept under surveillance. At least I think they said that. Must I stress that to me French sounds like gibberish? Thank goodness for websites like Babblefish. Online translators are so reliable.

I'm considered a dangerous person now. I was shipped back to the United States. I have to sit in a little room all day with cameras. It's almost like I've been put into an asylum. I can't imagine why I would need to be. After all, I'm as normal as it gets. Since I have no access to the outside world, all I can do is pine for my love.

I have it all planned out now. When Enjolras finally finds me, I will teach him about true culture. He will be exposed to the classic songs of this era, such as "Who Let the Dogs Out." Then, I will bring him along to a high class event such as a football game. Together, we will cheer on whichever team supports an American republic more. Tom will not be involved, simply because he will have come down with a rare unknown disease.

Enjolras and I will have matching outfits, because that is what all couples who are deeply in love own. Tom promised that when he gets over his deathly case of the sniffles he will go on ebay and bid non stop. They are selling props from the play dedicated to the life of Enjolras. With his bids, I'll be sure to get a red vest.

I'm just having second thoughts. What if Enjolras finds someone more worthwhile than I? I know that there are few people better than me, but it could happen. I just worry that Enjolras might have more chemistry with Jehan than with me. After all, what is more attractive than a poet that can't match his clothes? Well, Enjolras is much more attractive, so he doesn't count! What if Enjolras really does fall to Grantaire's charm and try some absinthe? The absinthe will corrupt the pure Enjolras and Grantaire will seduce my fearless leader.

Then there's Eponine. My hands are shaking, as is my handwriting. The public just seems to support their love with vigor. For goodness sakes, Eponine has lice in her hair. Is that all Enjolras is worth? I cannot believe Eponine fangirls would minimize the importance and charm of my beloved in such a way.

Woe has overcome me. I feel the need to cry. I have lost Enjolras to either a drunk or a gamine with lice. My life will cease. If I have a say in things, the Eponine fangirls will cease with me.