© Kristine May30 June 1995
9:42 P.M.
On my study
The cup of coffee that sat under the dim light of my green desk lamp already grew cold while my irregular heartbeat overpowered the songs from the radio. I could not stop my broken sobs after visiting the past 29 days of June. I took a sip of the coffee before filling the last page of a month's worth of solitude.
Do you still remember our bargain, my sweet?
"You're leaving? But why?" I asked.
"I don't really know. I just want to make sure that this is all true."
"You mean you're not sure about everything?" Traitor tears were brimming in my eyes, betraying me.
"Honestly? No. Not anymore."
It's been a month since I've last seen you or heard from you. Losing your perfume and your presence inside the house made June bleak and I couldn't wait for July to arrive.
I know I've cheated a lot: trying to call you, stalking you from work and watching your house from my car at night. My, even this diary is cheating! I admit I've lost a long time ago. May I please see you now?
You've spent too much time over there when you should be here, love. Please come home.
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Memories of June by KASH
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