New acoustic guitar strings are attached between our hearts. I don't know if it is real or fake. I only know that my heart is fluttering, and I'm dancing like an idiot. Am I really in love?

17.01.2011 was the horrible day in my simple life. It took a precious part of my life and left me there like a withered leaf from a tree. If something like that did not happen, then I might have had a different story to write.

His love was unconditional and pure, but mine was selfish, I think. That's why there is nothing left inside me other than my dying soul until 'a black stranger' entered my life. That's the name I gave to a diary. After reading his thoughts, I finally got some peace of mind, but I really want to know

To whom does it belong? Because it is filled with hidden truths.