Dear Diary.

When I said hungry, I meant I want something to eat.

But I can’t go out of this room because parents are asleep.

I’m craving McD.

I’m waiting for Ginny to speak to me.

I have dreamed and imagined all possible scenarios.

Everytime I think about seeing her, I start to cry.

I don’t know what I’ll say to her.

I have never thought about that because I keep crying when I imagine.

I dream about living with her in our apartment and playing board games, doing puzzles, decorating our Christmas tree.

I keep thinking about Ginny showing up outside my window with a blue french horn.

But I think that’s delusional?

I dream about going to the beach with her.

Sitting and staring at the waves and the sky.

Seeing the lighthouse.

Holding her hand and sitting on her lap.

Telling her she is beautiful everyday.

Kissing her eyes, forehead and dimple.

I dream about kissing her on the Manhattan bridge because kissing in public is allowed there.

Oh I’m feeling giddy and mushy.

Goodnight.