It was a crazy day in her life. She happened to hold on to an image of the man she loved so much. People did not know she was in love. She rather liked this person. People did not know that. She kept the beautiful picture of him in the pages of a beautiful diary that she carried with her everywhere she went…
She happened to be alone in her room one day. She happened to have that diary with her, the one with the picture of him in it. She felt rather alone that day. She never felt alone as long as she carried the memory of him in her beautiful navy blue diary.
She looked deeply at the picture of the handsome man with tanned skin. He happened to have the most wonderful hair and was tall. His eyes were large and mysterious, and his lips were full. She was alone in the room, just herself, the picture of the man she loved was in her hands.
She stared at the picture longingly. She wondered what it would take for her to be where he was. She studied the picture deeply. The more she stared, the more she noticed stuff.
She noticed that his eyes were a deep, dark blue. She saw the light brown of his skin. She noticed that his lips were curved into a smile, and when she stared at the picture, the smile seemed even more intense.
She thought about the man in the picture. She thought about how his eyes seemed to stare deeply into hers for those moments. She wondered what he would feel if they were together, and he saw her staring at him like that. She bit her lip and put the picture back in the book hesitantly.