The Diana Diaries
Dear Diary, I am Diana, it’s a pleasure to be acquainted. I have a new obsession. You will learn about my obsessions if you read my archive and if you continue to listen. His name is Brodie. He is twice my age, they always are. He is extremely intelligent and eloquently handsome. His salt and pepper hair emanates roses into the air. Ah, I’m a poet yes. Was it that obvious? We met at the coffee shop. I sat in there reading and he came in one day. We got chatting. We both love to read. I have liked him for quite a significant period of time but only recently have the butterflies made themselves truly known. We have touched hands in inconsequential circumstances. Those brief and fleeting moments make the air feel electric. I am feverish to see him once again. You will not hear the end of this Diary. Till we meet again, Diana.
