24 October
Dear Diary,
Well, I finally found you. Hard to believe I was barely 15 when I got you rom Mother; I suppose it's because I'm now almost 20. When I moved, I'd lost a few things, including you, but now that you're found I can stop worrying.
I met a very wonderful man not too long ago. I was in town shopping and saw him coming out of the bookstore. He was very handsome and looked like a scholar. I don't know why I think of him so much. I'll probably never see him again. But, let me describe him for you, diary, then maybe he'll get out of my head.
His clothes were simple looking, but looked magnificent on him. He had long dark blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail (I've never seen a man wear his hair so long before!) and a beard to match. It's hard to describe that beard, for some reason. He wears glasses, probably from reading so much, which only adds to his already dignified appearence. His skin is near tan but not quite.
I can't help but wish to see him again. Could this be an infatuation with a complete stranger?
--Trisha
