I am determined to forget him. Those beautiful brown eyes, not ordinary. How they dove into mine searching fo the truth.
How easily I told you what you wanted to hear, and just what I wanted to believe in.
Oh my, Love.
How I miss you.

So, today I am starting this journal. It will be filled with thoughts of not him. Not even this first page.
You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you

I will not think of all those crappy hugs you gave me.. might as well just shake hands. I will not not not think of that one time you held me, on the last day of school, for quite awhile.

Instead, I shall think of Johnny. Johnny with the long chestnut brown hair. Johnny with the clear green eyes and the aggrivated expression. Johnny with the musical voice, as deep as the ocean.

Dear diary, I think love is overrated.