The Whispers of my heart
en good at keeping
rt sped up when Daniel walked into a room, pretend she didn't memo
wn, she kne
gged on her bed with her favorite pen and opened the worn leath
tries about school, fri
ed at a blank
in love with
heavier than th
fore closing the diary and tucking it
re - fleeting, silly things that came and we
as con
was p
meant something - whispering it to herself in the mirror when no
layed it cool. Smiled. Laughed. Let hi
him see what was re
f he l
at her like she
disappeared
fternoon - this time through the kitchen window as he leaned
gain," Lena said,
inked. "D
g where you pretend not
dropped. "I don't
ed. "You look at him like he's
owed hard, l
o do," she whispered
n her shoulder. "Then maybe i
to believe tha
s - with interest, with curiosity, with desire - she would kee
as the only place where Dani
only i