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"Longing for some love today," she wrote in her diary, and sighed.
"Craving for his attention, and he wouldn't even notice!"
The wistfulness heightened as she brooded over the distance that had grown between the two. A chasm that had only grown wider by the day; wider than the vast ocean she saw through her window.
"A day might come, when you, oh ocean, will seem a tiny speck!"
She mulled over that last line and cringed.
"Not only your marriage, Tara, but also your writing has gone to the dogs! Dump it in that ocean, will you?"
*The above post has been written for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.