She stood there for a long time, clutching the page tighter and tighter as time went by. I couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed at the thought of someone reading my diary. If my memories were correct, I had confessed my feelings for Mathew in every single page…I’m pretty sure the whole thing was Mathew, Mathew and more Mathew.
Idiot me…hoping that one day everything would change. Hoping that Mathew would one day become my lover and then my husband.
Maya seemed to finally realize that no one was home. She sighed and left the page at the door, before walking away.
As soon as she was gone, I picked up the page. Surprisingly, the handwriting on the page wasn’t mine.
Ophelia,
I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.600Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsoGVBVsazn
It wasn’t Maya’s either. Who? And why did Maya take such pains to tear this page out? And why did she bring it back now?
I turned over the diary page. On the other side was perhaps my shortest diary entry about Mathew.
I’m like a lone bird singing on a branch
Singing in vain for you
Why don’t you hear me my silent love?
My throat’s bleeding…I’m dying
Will you ever hear me my silent love?
Seeing those words took me back. Six months ago…When Mathew, broke my heart beyond repair.
To be continued...
ns 15.158.61.20da2
