4/12/20—

She doesn't realize. She doesn't realize. She doesn't realize.

5/23/20—

I saw her holding hands with him again today after work. She said bye to everyone because they all congratulated her on their engagement. I didn't. I went to my desk and cried after hours, claiming I had more work than I knew what to do with. It's hard to smile. She'll never be mine. I don't want to live anymore. Remind me of something important, please.

6/14/20—

She came up to me and handed me the invitation. It was pink and it smelled like her perfume. It smelled like Iris and cinnamon. I've decided I will go. It's the last time I'll get to see her.

6/17/20—

Scenery outside my work is full of romance. There is this nice isolated park with flowers growing around the cement sidewalk. It has a little gazebo in the center. There is an artificial waterfall that I can hear all the time. They're kissing. Her pink hair is down and the wind is blowing it back. She's dipping her feet in the pond and they just cupped her face and smiled.