Lately I have come more in contact with my story of Young Alice. However, the story escaped my mind and for some unknown reason I am unable to finish. I will resume in good time. I currently am reading Twilight. I find myself day dreaming of being with Edward Cullen. Last night I couldn't rest. Edward Cullen flashed through my mind. But as soon as he did, so did Youssef. Last night I tossed and I turned while thinking of Youssef, longing to be in arms reach. To hold him just once. While trying to fall asleep, I held my pillow tightly and buried my face into my soft comforter, imagining it was Youssef keeping me warm. Arms wrapped around me. If I could only hear his voice would my mind be calm. Twilight, the book itself, confuses my heart. I think and daydream of being with Edward Cullen, only for that daydream to change in wanting Youssef even more, craving his touch. Edward Cullen in so many ways makes me think of Youssef, the kindness, the protection, the gentle love Edward shows Bella. I grew envious and slammed my book down. Only to have realized how much I missed Youssef. I wish to cry. To mourn over the small time me and Youssef have shared together. The tears will not help, but merely release the pressure it has affected on me. I merely wish the pain, the torture would subside. Hence forth, I would no longer miss my beloved with such regret. My coming of finding a job is not succeeding. Alas, no phone to call my love. I wish I may. But so far, there is nothing. I only wish I could be within arms reach. And to tell him, with soft tender lips, just how much I love him. Diary, my entry is long and I must part with you for now. I should return home. Take care my dear diary.
Until another day beckons,
Farewell~
