{"id":564,"date":"2019-09-16T19:57:53","date_gmt":"2019-09-16T19:57:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/izzy-king.com\/?p=564"},"modified":"2024-10-25T19:36:35","modified_gmt":"2024-10-26T03:36:35","slug":"dear-diary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/izzyking.com\/index.php\/2019\/09\/16\/dear-diary\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Diary"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Dear Diary,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That’s how she always started. Dear Diary. <\/em>As if she was talking to me. As if I could hear her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She’d always follow it with How was your day?<\/em> Every day was better when she wrote to me. I should have told her that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her days were hard. Her days were sad. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I never do anything right.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was her favorite; she wrote it a lot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The best part of my day was when she’d pull me out right before bed to get her final thoughts down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Writing helps me sleep.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes she missed a day. Sometimes she missed a lot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wish things were different.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It hurts. I don’t want to hurt anymore.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I understood. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew I wasn’t her first, but I still loved her so much. When she took me out of her drawer, I could see the shelf filled with all those who’d come before me. The shelf I’ll never know. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wasn’t her first, but they weren’t her last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dear Diary,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

How was your day?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mine could have been better. You know, sometimes I think you’re the only one who understands me.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tried. Her honesty helped. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dear Diary,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I miss that. Dear Diary. <\/em>So simple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It had been coming for a long time\u2014my whole life. I knew when she wrote it I’d never see her again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dear Diary,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m sorry.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me too.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

___________________
Prompt: write a scene from the point of view of an inanimate object.
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