K.
a sad movie, that is.
What was it again that he told me before when we were younger? Oh, right. We were 'star-crossed lovers'. He was such a romantic.
And at that moment, as our lips touched, all the pain seemed to have washed away - forgotten, or at least, concealed.
Diary, you know how much hurt I've been, both of us, have been through - simply because... we cannot be. His parents didn't approve of me, of us, because I wasn't like them. And that was the plain, hard truth.