Dear Journal,
I think I've fallen in love with Leonardo di Caprio for many years. It all started when life was so tough, and there was no support, and only hostility around me.
I imagined in times of suffering that he was my friend, and lo and behold!
Of course, I don't think about him all the time. It's generally hormonal, before and during my period. Well, I hope I find a man who is twice as good as him, or meet him and realise that he's twice as good as my imaginated Leo.
Anyway, I've often told friends I'm a big fan of his, but not so much. He is my personal private delight.
The imagination plays a crucial role in the act of falling in love. Naishad, Guru, Q (only briefly) and this famous actor. Four people I fell for, and dated only one of them. I'm a complete ass when I develop feelings, and often embarrass myself.
The feeling is something to be invoked from the recesses of the subconscious at will. Love never dies.
I know there is someone phenomenal for me. There is. He's there, somewhere. Is he waiting for me? Am I waiting for him? I'm thinking about Leo.
Anyway, I'm done with one job today. Now, there's the IRM rewrite. I'm so tired of doing the same piece over and over again. For the past one week I've been smoking like a chimney.
I have my dreams; they fuel my reality.
I love. I know it because I feel it.
Now, some silent time and then I'll finish IRM by four.
Love,
Me.
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