Post by Addy Ventrella on Sept 12, 2007 21:35:41 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
So much has happened. It's been a while since I've written. I am in love. Love love love. In love with Antonio. He is twenty-six and I am only sixteen, but how can age really matter? I didn't think it at all possible to love someone this much. Its mind blowing. I go to sleep thinking about him. I dream about him, and I wake up aching to see him, to feel his arms around me.
But, alas, we have been forbidden any sort of contact. Dad walked in on us. Kinda. He walked in on me walking out, and put two and two togther. So now I'm laying on my bed, longing to be with him.
I can't wait until I'm of age, and no one can say anything against us. Not being with him hurts so bad. I now can understand what Alli goes through when she can't see Cello (who, coincidentally, is Antonio's cousin). It pains me so bad I want to vomit. I have, actually. Vomitted for love of him.
I can only wonder as to how he's feeling. Does he miss me? Does he long for me as I do him? I don't know how I can stand one more day of this. I feel too low to do anything physical. I spend my days laying in bed, listening to music and reading occasionally. At night I cry myself to sleep. I need him, to be near him. I'll die without him, I swear!
~Adrienne Jackson
So much has happened. It's been a while since I've written. I am in love. Love love love. In love with Antonio. He is twenty-six and I am only sixteen, but how can age really matter? I didn't think it at all possible to love someone this much. Its mind blowing. I go to sleep thinking about him. I dream about him, and I wake up aching to see him, to feel his arms around me.
But, alas, we have been forbidden any sort of contact. Dad walked in on us. Kinda. He walked in on me walking out, and put two and two togther. So now I'm laying on my bed, longing to be with him.
I can't wait until I'm of age, and no one can say anything against us. Not being with him hurts so bad. I now can understand what Alli goes through when she can't see Cello (who, coincidentally, is Antonio's cousin). It pains me so bad I want to vomit. I have, actually. Vomitted for love of him.
I can only wonder as to how he's feeling. Does he miss me? Does he long for me as I do him? I don't know how I can stand one more day of this. I feel too low to do anything physical. I spend my days laying in bed, listening to music and reading occasionally. At night I cry myself to sleep. I need him, to be near him. I'll die without him, I swear!
~Adrienne Jackson
