Regina’s Diary
Dear Diary,
It’s been just over a year since I last picked you up. I thought I was good, focused on my career and my life. I thought I was over the fear and the nightmares of my past. I was wrong.
I went on a date for the first time in my adult life—imagine that, Diary. A twenty-three-year-old girl, going on her first date. Truthfully, it was absolutely horrible.
The asshole was all handsy and that was before he took me out to dinner.
He did all the talking, and didn’t take a breath to give me time to respond.
Then at the end of the night, when he drove me back to my apartment, he wanted to come up.
He wanted in my pants instead of wanting to get to know me.
Diary, I have another confession. The entire date, all I thought about was Krew and Decker. I wished they were the ones to take me out on my first date. I wanted their hands to touch me. To love me like I have fantasized about.
God, Diary, I miss them so much—even to this day my love for them has never left my heart.
I know I can’t have them in my life—not after what happened, but still, a girl can hope.
A girl can dream. The tragic thing about memories—especially mine, is that they keep me grounded in anxieties and more nightmares. I will forever be alone.
Maybe it’s for the best that I stay single. Celibate… except for my trusty vibrator.
Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do. It’s for the best.
Thanks for letting me vent.
Regi