This is the first diary I am attempting to write. I seem to be forgetting about the adventures Lathier and I had at first. I remember everyone, and who died. That shall be unforgettable and I do not want to name any one who passed onto the shadow realm. Those are painful memories.
I remember my youth, I still have a full life to live, but I am getting older and older. I do not age like normal humans, nor demons. I age like an elf, my now silver hair is longer than my hair has ever been. (Somehow I think that elves never get split ends...) I tie up my hair so my elven ears show. Like I said about my age, I do not die. Like every other elf, well unless I am beheaded or drowned. Then again, most elves die like that now a days.
Just to be short, Lathier and I are doing fairly well with eachother. We both find passions beyond most relationships. I guess this is really love, and I also noticed, I am not affraid of it anymore. That is good, expecially in this relationship. I could still not bear lossing him, that is still a fear I have...
Lastly, this diary is going to be my life. I will always write in it and anything that happens, I will tell. So until then, I guess I will leave you with no final thoughts in
this entry. I really have nothing to tell this day. Until I do, I will be short like this. Oh well, sometimes I guess it will be a good thing, that is if I already talked too much. Well, I guess I
will write later.
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