Maybe this is the one. Maybe.
But I saw it, Diary. The physics of attraction. And I wasn’t the mass in his orbit. Maybe this is the one
She laughed at something her friend said, flipped her hair, and Liam stopped listening to me . Mid-sentence. His eyes followed her like she was the North Star. flipped her hair
Dear Diary,
— Marleen. (No longer just a girl with a diary. A girl with a story.) Maybe this is the one