Dear Diary/Someday in December #2

Today, we sat on the swings in the park. She told me that I don’t have a heart; that my emotions are frozen like a snowman, and that I should share more. That I should express my feelings. I disagreed. My feelings are like the passwords to my bank accounts: I don’t give them to anyone because that would be dumb...I was dumb once, and gave them—feelings—but not to her, and I became rapidly bankrupt. I learnt then that money can be replaced, but feelings, not really. They become corrupted in a way that’s difficult to...share. There I go again, not sharing...anyway, a coffee and a gingerbread man later seemed to melt the ice, and we’re going to the cinema tonight. She said she’ll wear her makeup and hair just as I like it...and she has a secret treat for me. I just hope it’s what I’m thinking of...anyway, I told her to pick the film. Maybe that’s not so wise, as her taste of films are much different to mine, but at least i’m sharing...