(Diary, Dear
It's been three days since I last spoke with Cole. Even though I know he isn't interested in me, I can't stop loving him, so I'm going to see his race today as well. I miss him so much that I long to talk to him. I'm still hoping for a miracle and for him to become mine. I don't know why deep inside I have a feeling he misses me as well.
I am aware of how foolish I am, yet I cannot give up since hope is what gives me strength and keeps me alive. You already know that Cole is my life, and admiring him has become an addiction for me. Now, Diary, I'll talk to you later because I'm going to see his race.)
She sighed and closed the diary before rising from her desk to get ready.
She arrived at the venue wearing a scarf with a grey polka dot pattern, sunglasses, and a cap as usual.
After three arduous days, she smiled as she saw Cole wearing his helmet and then sitting astride his bike. He was looking hot in a black leather jacket and black jeans, as usual, and driving her ins
