First part, more to come. It's a series of small poems written like diary entries. I wrote it, don't steal them
Dear Diary,
I saw him again today.
Of course, he didn't look back at me,
And even if he did; I wouldn't know what do do then.
I'm not saying I'm in love with him,
For the reason I don't believe in falling in love at this age
(Because falling is too graceful) .
The sad part is, I don't even know his name.
Love, Me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem