8/26/20-

She's in the shower. I want to write more about our date. Something tells me I didn't give you enough information. We went to a carnival. It added to the youthful atmosphere. We felt odd, two lovers in short dresses wandering through the site of rides and young children. I was enthralled. So was she. It was night, and it had just rained. Everything smelled like mowed lawn. Except her, she smelled like Iris and cinnamon. We didn't ride on many rides and talked very seldom. I kissed her underneath the broken Ferris wheel and we ate cotton candy.

8/27/20—

Nobody is talking to me at work. They are all mad. I can't help it, diary. I overheard my co-workers say that the indent of her old ring on her finger made them sad. She choose me. What do they want from me, what do they want from me?

8/28/20—

She got a text from them today. It was scary. They said they've been planning something. We are both scared for our relationship. She told me she gave up everything for me and looked close to a breakdown. I'm sleeping closer to her tonight.