I couldn't sleep yesterday night. Was wondering why is that so but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him so badly till I had insomnia.
My mind is all images about him and these were just mere feelings of infatuation. Even though I had long forgotten this diary that reflects my life and truth being, I'd wish I have the habit of coming back here again.
Tonight, I felt so guilty as though I had betrayed someone whom I had once loved before. Since that day, the love we shared had ceased.
Will we be able to move on without him knowing this unforgivable secrets? I doubt so...