Romina, Medina, Mina.

It’s been months since my last entry. My heart’s been aching, and it’s beating ever so loudly for the girl I want with every inch of my being. It hurts—this feeling of longing for reciprocation. She’s the one I want to tease every single day, the one I want to bury in love and gifts. She deserves to be pampered and adored for the woman she is. Some days I wish I were born a woman, maybe she’d notice me more that way—that I’d have a better chance at getting to her heart. It’s painful being such a romantic, being so full of love—yet not having her to share all of it with. Romina…Medina…Mina… Romi... I love saying her name, every single time I think of her, I’d be lost in my daydreams—calling her these cute nicknames as she’d look at me with furrowed brows with a tinge of playful annoyance in her eyes. As more days come to pass, I can’t help but feel like I’m running out of time, It’s driving me crazy. It’s her I want to see whenever I open my wallet and see that picture I’ve displayed. I want people to know she’s the one I love, the girl I’m obsessed with every atom of my body. If the quarks are held by the strong nuclear force, then I am different for every particle of my being is held by my will to love her as a whole.