I figured I could get a few short ones out tonight, clear up some backlog? I'm still skipping days, because omd it is so hard to come up with something creative daily.
March 12th 2017
Dear Gina,
I'm writing this as you are getting ready for bed in front of me. There is something about the way you go about the most menial of tasks that just… make me fall in love with you all the more. I just want to tell you that you are so beautiful…
I know you want to ask me about this diary, because I saw you looking curious when I pulled it out of my bag. One day it will all become clear. You might even remember this day, when you read this entry.
We just had a conversation about toothpaste. Do you remember it as you're reading this? I just told you eating minty toothpaste really freshened... well that, (It feels weird writing gas, does it feel weird reading it?) and you threw a pillow at me. And now you're trying to read over my shoulder to see if I'm writing about you.
Well guess what Gina, most of my thoughts are about you, of course I'm writing about you.
I can see the self-satisfied smirk on your face Ms Mills. STOP READING MY DIARY.
Well not now, obviously. But it made you stop when I wrote it and you were reading that bit for the first time…
