Dear Diary
You are Mommy’s secret birthday present to me. I told her not to tell Daddy about you because I want to write all my thoughts about love here.
Daddy doesn’t like the way I talk about Killian.
I made the mistake of telling him about the fight.
I thought he would understand why I got excited.
I’ve been dreaming of blood every night ever since.
Also, I rewatched Sleeping Beauty. It’s too bad but, as soon as I told him Killian got in a fight with Mael and was suspended for it, Daddy disapproved.
He said he didn’t like how violent this boy was.
He didn’t even get to hear why Killian got into the fight. Maybe Daddy was having a bad day.
Either way… Killian’s the love of my life.
I know it sounds bad because I’m only seven years old, but I’ve watched Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, and most importantly, I watch Mommy and Daddy.
He doesn’t understand that Killian would treat me just like he does Mommy.
Killian is so sweet to me. He only talks to me, no one else.
He only answers the teachers when I ask him to.
Can you believe it? It makes me feel so special, the way he looks at me, always wants to be near me.
I asked him if he would let other girls count his freckles, and he told me I would always be his only girl.
My cheeks got so hot, and he wouldn’t stop looking at me.
It made me giggle, and I had to hide my face and look away.
I felt those bugs inside my tummy again.
When I asked Mom what that was, she called them butterflies.
I love that Killian can put butterflies inside me just by talking to me.
He says the weekends are so hard without me. To tell you the truth, I miss him too, but I think he misses me even more.
One of his eyes is just like Daddy’s—blue like the ocean, but the other is brown with lots of black dots.
I’ve never seen a more beautiful creature.
At first, I was scared of him when he gets angry but now I think he looks even more beautiful.
I even asked him if he was magical. He’d said, “Only when I’m with you.
” He says things like that because he likes how my cheeks turn red. That’s what he told me.
The other day, he took my hand, and it heated my arm all the way to my cheek. Something in my tummy moved, and it tickled. I guess those were the butterflies again. I pulled away and said it was too weird.
He said he understood. I liked that he wasn’t mad at me, and we still had lunch side by side on our spot by the rose bushes, under the magnolia tree.
Love,
Magdalena Michaelson
(Second Grade, 7 years old)