Twenty six letters of the alphabet only exist. That's all I got in this life and I know this couldn't get any better. I use them wisely for they are limited , creating the best of writes with them. While I caress the letters that spell out his name just the same way his hands do when they make their way down to my delicate hips, unzipping the back of my black short dress. What I'm saying does not sound insane. For his love is the reason of why the ink mixes within these thin shy veins. Causing the letters to scream out free of pain forming words and leaking out on the diaries blank page. Leaving me with nothing but the feeling of never being the same again* ~