The mirror of her soul
Dear diary,
Oh, what have I longed for today's day, yearning for this moment, now I can write off the experience, read the word for word later, perhaps I realize that it is truth and not imagination, no mirage, no daydream.
Last night, I went to bed with a knot in my stomach. I was tossing. To turn from one side to the other. I straightened the bed linen ten times, no, I exaggerate, I force myself to stick to the facts. Because if I start writing down real untruths now, I will not believe myself at all. I have to prevent that. At all times. There were nine. Nothing at least ten. Nine times I put my sheets back between the mattress and the edge of the foot end of the bed. In the end, I managed to catch sleep. I'm sure of that. I woke up. And then I started grinding again.
Today it was supposed to happen. Today I could finally look my hero, my saving angel, in the eye.
