Dear Diary,
I feel like the boy that I wanted to play with and that I saw the other day was trying to tell me something. It's weird the way it feels in my chest; I wonder if my father knows. I can't explain it; it's nearly unbelievable for me to swallow down and handle yet I want to know what he was trying to tell me, to know a little more about the boy that I'd never gotten a chance to play with or talk to. It's weird how he seemed to vanish so completely from my life after that one instant, but I want to know so much more about him. Does he have a story, father, or even a name like some of the people seem to have?
-Son.