Dear Diary,
I thought I had lost him.
And somewhere inside that fear, I broke the promise we made. We said we wouldn’t say those words until we could look each other in the eyes. Until there was no phone and no distance between us.
It wasn’t how I wanted him to hear it. We wanted it to happen in a way that felt worthy of what it meant.
Instead, I told him I loved him with tears running down my face, pleading into the phone like my voice was the only thing I had left to reach him with. I told him I loved him because I truly believed there might never be another chance.
Because the thought of him existing in this world without knowing how I felt was something I could not live with.