Diary entry 5th August 1991
Dear diary.
We’ve know this was coming for a few weeks but we have simply brushed it under the carpet. Pretended it wasn’t happening. I haven’t even wrote about it in here and there is no way I’m going to talk to anyone about it.
Karl is leaving.
He and his family are moving to Canada for his dads work. I can’t believe it’s happening. I can’t believe theyre making him go.
Three years we’ve been together, since we were almost 14 years years old. Starting out as best friends and being inseperable ever since.
He was my first kiss, my first love, my first....... everything.
And now he’s leaving tomorrow night to move to what feels like the other side of the world. It may as well be another planet.
My dad’s glad. He’s never liked Karl, especially after that time he got caught drinking with the rugby lads over at Northtown rugby club. He says that Karl will never amount to anything and that I should stay away from him.
I know that’s not true. He’s the cleverest person I know. Yes, he maybe sure of himself and have a smart mouth, but he’s a good person with a good heart. And he loves me with all of that heart. I know because he tells me so all of the time. And shows me too.
And I love him.
I will always love him.
I don’t care how far away he’s moving. I know that he’ll come back for me one day. He tells me that too.
And I’ll be here.
Waiting.
Shell x
