Novel & Cerita Diary Cinta

I put her picture frame back on the nightstand and open the cupboard and picked up a diary from there. It was Niyati's diary in which she has written about our love. The love from which she never got anything except tears and pain. In the midst, she may have found happiness, too, but only for some time, but the pain had become her permanent companion. I had read this story a little from the beginning but when thinking of her smiling face in starting and seeing her weeping face in Last, I didn't want to read further and today, 4 years later on her birthday, I will be going to read this story again with great courage.

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny . Cynthia then turned to page 3 , there was still no daily update it was another small note actually kinda big . "Okay I was just about to pack you up , but then I thought I should introduce you to myself . My name is Natasha warraich . I know you saw it on the first pag

I was already dressed for my journey and have already sorted out my travel box and school bag. I turned back to my journal, unstrapped it, then stared at the first page of the diary. I inscribed my details quickly, using a capital letter to write my name ZORI then I started at the second page of the diary with the headline; DEAR Future Husband, *I've always want to do this, to write to you even though it might never get to you. To tell you about myself and how I want to be loved by you. How I will care for you and how I'll love you. How we'll build our home with God being our strong pillar and firm assurance.

I turn the volume down as low as I can, so the sound of the music is very faint. I spin in my chair and start staring at Kali as he drives. Kali is a year older than me. We started dating last year and so far we've had an amazing healthy relationship. We have little fights and quarrels here and there, like any other normal couple, but we always come up with healthy solutions. Like my mom, I'm grateful for the fact that I fell in love with a warlock and not a human. We have a mutual understanding and It makes things a whole lot easier.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

"I'm writing a chart-topping hit about how you once stole my hoodie and blamed it that it blows with the wind." I threw a cushion at him. He caught it, smirk still there, eyes a little too warm for my comfort. Which, obviously, I ignored because acknowledging it would make it weird. Instead, I lay back on the couch, scrolling through my phone. "By the way, I found your stupid diary the other day." He froze mid-strum. "Which diary?" "The one from Valentine day. Dramatic handwriting, very 'Dear Diary, today I fell in love and ate feelings for dinner' vibes."

But maybe there's nothing wrong with trying. "That's my name." I whispered as I opened his diary. Dear diary, That's all it says and then there's a date when he wrote them? _ Dear diary, I'm happy right now because Ken and I are getting married tomorrow, the one I'm telling you about who I have a crush on, is that transferee in our section? How can you forget the diary, I always tell you about it! Hey!

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! Mabuti na lang Senior didn’t wrote her diary on Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku dahil she have the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking… I could help but lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

Samajh nahi aata main bura hu Ya meri kismat. (My own family made me So lonely, I don't get if I am bad Or my fate is) I will not say anything now as I don't want my diary to be bored because of my talks. So I will meet you later now. Bye. Dear diary. As I read the first paper of diary. I felt like someone just stabbed me on my heart. Miserable life?? Why?? Why you are so mysterious ahad??? And who left??