April 7th 2025

Dear diary

❤️ I keep dreaming of the day I meet my soulmate. I keep dreaming about what he looks like and where he’s been. Wondering if he’s happy or if he’s sad. Wishing I knew who he is and where he is. I want to know his name and I want to know everything about him. Do I already know who he is? Does it really matter though? What if I don’t even have one?

May 15th 2025

Dear journal

💙I have no luck in the romance department. Every girl I meet is great but they aren’t her. They aren’t the one. I wish I knew her name. Just her name would be fine. Because maybe then I would be able to succeed in going farther than getting a number. But, what if she’s not out there? What if she’s died? What if I’m meant to be alone?

April 8th 2025

Dear diary

❤️Do you think he’s laying in his bed unable to sleep like I am? Just looking up at the ceiling? Wondering if his true love is out there somewhere? Does he dream of me without even knowing it’s me he’s dreaming of? Or does he have a girlfriend? That would suck. What if I already know him and he’s a jerk? I just wish I knew something about him.

May 16th 2025

Dear journal

💙Here I am again, staring up at the ceiling sleepless. I wonder if she’s doing the same. I wonder if she’s thinking of me. Hopefully someday soon I can put a face and a name to the dreams she’s having while sound asleep.

April 9th 2025

Dear diary

❤️No, Dear future husband

I’ve been dreaming of you my whole life. I always imagined that I’d be married to a prince like Snow White and Cinderella but I don’t live in a fairytale. My expectations are big when it comes to my happily ever after. I mean how can they not be when I’m dreaming of Prince Charming and Jacob black. And don’t get me started about Spider-Man. My point is, along with dreaming of you I’ve been dreaming of them. I’ve always imagined my perfect guy would be a secret spider superhero with a six pack, long flowing hair and preferably a British accent. But that’s completely unrealistic. The bottom line is I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care if you’re 4”6 or even shorter. I don’t care is your blind, def, or mute. I don’t care if you’re all three. I don’t care if your the fattest person on the planet and I don’t care if you’re paralized and I have to do things for you. I don’t care if you have a “disability” visually, mentally, or physically. I don’t care if you are emotional and cry when someone dies in a movie. I don’t care if your diabetic or have a crazy ex girlfriend. And I don’t care if you eat all my ice cream. Because I know right now, at the age of 16 that whoever you are; you’re going to be my Prince Charming and your going to be my Peter Parker. No one else’s.

So, dear future husband, even though I don’t know you yet and we probably haven’t even met, I love you and I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you.

This is your future wife signing off. See you in the future. ✌️