Scribblings in a diary (Flash Fiction)

Source: pimminag.com
Somewhere in the dusty corners of my room lies a bookshelf. Disheveled, it holds my life within. Hidden far ahead in the corner is a yellowed diary with dog eared pages. 

If you flip through it you will reach a page where few petals of a rose are held. That’s me, waiting for you. 

I die a slow death everyday pining for you like them and yet survive hoping you would find this diary someday and know what you mean to me.

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