I've found myself perusing my diary from six years ago. I think I've been drawn to it's smooth pages and carefree composition. On this date -6 years, I wrote a poem. It wasn't bad; sure, some rhymes seem forced, but the text is rather effective, for a ten-year-old who was almost certainly past her bedtime.
Turning the page, I know another rhyme awaits, however this time the subject is rather different. I allow myself a smile as I tenderly recall the words. It reads more like a song; half-remembered swathes of "melody" wash over me, and my focus falls to the final line of the first verse: "And you left without a trace." Back then, even before he had left, I forced myself to face up to this ominous predicament. If only there was some way that the "inevitable" could be avoided: a cord of communication that could bridge the gap between our drifting boats. Back then, all I had was hope; now, if I can summon the courage, a new channel for conversation could be created via the much-loved, though equally-loathed social networking site: Facebook.
Summary of this blog post: Jessica thinks she has found her old crush on Facebook and is debating whether or not to add him as a friend.
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