February 12th 2015

Self-made-fictional story. Hope you'll give a comment about it!

Dear XXX,
    I recently lost my loved one named Joan. I lost in in the library, when it accidentally slipped into another boy's palm. I searched it for many weeks, but it was no where to be seen. It's been a rough 2 months, since the day I lost Joan. I think of it everyday, and it has been appearing in my dream, almost every night since. Whenever I wake up and realising that it's not on the table, I cry for it for at least 15 minutes every time.

    It meant a lot to me, and I miss it very much. We had splendid memories together, as it is always beside me. I took it to expensive restaurants a few times before. I even took it to Paris on one of the Valentines Day, and also Canada's finest restaurants on Christmas Eve. Those were nice dates that I'll keep inside me. I always bring it to my favourite, whenever I feel sad and alone.

    Whenever I feel down, it'll always be with me. I talk to it about my issues, whether its between my family or my friends. I hug it sometimes. I feels good. It has always been with me through my tough times, and also happy times. We share our moments together. Whenever I write my diaries, there's always a pert of it in my diary. I can never finish my days of diaries without it.

    I have to talk to it everyday, or else it wouldn't be counted off as a day for me. Although she never really reply me, and keep silent all the time, I still love it, for as it's silence means a thousand words to me. I've heard its voice talking back to me, but it's very rare. People say I'm crazy, but it doesn't stop my love towards my lovely Joan.

    I remember there's this year when I was 25, that I allowed it in someone else's palms. He took it away, and I there's no communication in between me and Joey and the man. I was worried that it'll never come back. It seems that I'll never come back to me again. When it finally appeared in front of my home's door one day, I was shocked. I was so mad at it, that I didn't talk to it for week.s It was a tough period of time, but then everything got back again. I never get to contact that man that took Joan away from me ever again. 

    Joan meant so much to me, and also fills my life with joyfulness and happiness. I miss the feel of it in the palm of my hand, through all the times we had together. I miss the sharpness and fine of words that it can be written out. Now that it's gone, I feel terrible. I hope I find it sooner, and that it'll be back in my palms again.

-Saw

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