Dear Diary,

Today my happiness is indescribable. War is finally over, armistice signed.
Everyone is on the streets, emotions swinging from cheering to crying and back again. French soldiers are reunited with loved ones. I feel a certain hole inside me when I see the men picking up their wives and girlfriends with joy. I search the crowd for her face, but I know she’s not here. I’ve been hoping for a letter from her, but I haven’t received one for a long time. Perhaps she doesn’t know where to send it to, since I was in the war. She might have also been scared to write me. But now the war is over, and I am a free man ready to conquer the world, and her heart. Daisy’s heart.
I’m on a train to Calais, where a ship is waiting to take me to Dover …show more content…
I can remember them perfectly, as if she was in front of me right now.
For a little careful observer her eyes could seem impersonal in the absence of all desire but if you look closer and more carefully you can see how bright they are. Women shouldn’t have eyes this beautiful. I keep thinking that if I look closely enough I might see what her soul looks like. And since her eyes are so beautiful I’ve come to the conclusion that her soul must be beautiful as well.
Tell me, diary, did the devil have pretty eyes like hers?
I have to admit that I’m scared. I’m scared of dropping into a cold dark wet place, where no one's been before and no one can every follow. Where there's no future; just a past that sometimes fools you into thinking it's the future. It's the loneliest place you can ever be and, when you fall in, you not only cease to exist in real life, you also cease to exist in the consciousness of others and in their memories.
What if she doesn’t love me anymore? What if she started loving someone else?
No it is impossible. I know she still loves me, as much as I love her. Those months we spent together felt like a lifetime, and when I get back everything will be like it was