Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
Have you ever wondered exactly what love is? I mean, you can be fond of, admire, and enjoy being around someone, yet not love them, but all those things are needed in order to truely love someone. Am I right?
Take Orlando Bloom for an example! I mean, WoW! How can it be possible for someone to be 'that' perfact! No body can actualy say that they know someone that's a better person than Orlando.
Today, I write about him yet again bacause of something that accured a few minutes earlyer in the hall.
I was on my way to World Geography when I saw him ahead of me in the hall way, coming my way. His dark hair and eyes seemed to capture my every thoughts for only a moment before I looked away embaraced that he might have seen me watching him.
Guess what happened then! As he made his way through the crowed his hand bumped up against mine!
It was my milla-second of heaven.
Can I confess in you something that I doubt anyone else in this entire world knows about?
Yes? ... No?
Yes!
I knew I could count on you!
Sometimes during class, I watch him. I watch his face as he studies his lessons and memorise the way his hand moves as he writes and the pattern that his bangs make as they fall into his eyes..
Sometimes, I even allow my eyes to follow him as he gets up to sharped his pencil or to throw something away and when we are in band together. I ask him about certian notes that I already know, just to hear his voice talk to me.
Once, I dicided to call him!
I picked up the phone, even dialed the number, but after a few rings I got so nervous that I hung up.
The next day he asked me if I had called. He said that my father's name had been on his caller I.D.
Of course I lied. I couldn't tell him the truth. I said that it must have been my dad tring to get ahold of his dad, but I don't think he believed me and now I don't think he trusts me.
If he even relises that I exist.
I mean, is there anything that he's not good at! He's smart, musical, popular, and soo much more! I'm only a freshmen. Why would he notice me.
The school play is next week. I got a part. I'm one of the boys in the crowd when Merqucio dies in Romeo & Juliet. Orlando got Romeo. If only I could get a part as important as that!
Ohh well... I guess it's not that important.
I think I might be in love with Orlando. If he was to come up to me right now as I sit here in Geography and ask me to give up everything to run away with him, I would.
Am I obsessed?
Mabey.
But mabey not.
All I know is that Olando Bloom is the only person on this Earth right now that I can see my-self with in twenty years and I don't care what anyone else might say.
I know that they wouldn't understand.
But I love him.... don't I?
~Elijah Wood~