I Don't Know Why
I Don't Know Why... I saw her that one night. A distant relative of a friend. She's my age. I talk to her, share thoughts. We play Monopoly and target practice with Nerf. I am sleepy. My friend is ill and she's the only one left to talk, except the parents, busy in politics. I change my clothes and come out to say goodnight. Some last words with her and I say 'Meet you tomorrow'. I don't know why. I wake up in the morning and she's still asleep. I peep, but have to go. That day I start writing my diary, at night. My last words are "I like her". I don't know why. Several days I write my diary. My last words become 'Miss You'. I don't know why. For some days I forget to write and there are no last words. After days I remember and write again. I look behind and read what I have written. I try to think of a reason behind it. I don't know why. It's a