Dear Dairy.

I’m feeling restless again.

Some days are so restless with all the love that I feel and no where for it to go.

No, most days.

I haven’t kissed anyone since I fell sick (except the one time which isn’t counted).

Don’t feel like it with anyone else.

Tbh, I don’t even know if I can do it like before.

I get so apprehensive thinking about it.

I can’t wait for all this to be over soon. My body is tired, exhausted and just pushing through.

All I’ve been thinking of since I started writing here is Ginny.

Ginny Weasley with stars for eyes and her stupid smile like the first ray of sunlight breaking through dawn.

And her magic hands that sends electricity through the point of contact.

Is she real or a fragment of my imagination, one might wonder.

Oh, she’s real but now resides in my imagination eternally.

Forever with that smile and laugh causing my fist to clench and unclench my comforter and hold on tight.

Trying to calm my beating heart and rush of feelings flowing through me to rest.

Soon heart.

Soon I’ll be hugging her instead.