My Secret Engagement

    I think I am in love. I am yet to meet my dearest Earnest and my love for him is already so strong. I dream about him and what he may look like. I can not wait until our first meeting. Though we have not encountered one another, we are already engaged to be wed. The Earnest in my dreams proposed to me and of course I said yes. The real Earnest is yet to know but once I finally meet him and announce our engagement, he will be pleased. I feel as if I can not speak to anyone of this engagement besides my diary, that I tell all my secrets to, and my good friend Dorian Gray. He frowned upon me telling him of my engagement. He then concluded by saying that I should wait until I first lay eyes on my dearest Earnest before I plan to spend the rest of my life with him. Dorian's logic is such pish posh. How can one only think mainly about looks rather than the love two beings share? After our talk, Dorian told me how strikingly beautiful I am and how I should court someone such as him or even him. But I gravely refuse. He damned his last lover by breaking her heart resulting in poor Sibyl taking her own life. I do not want to end up like her. Besides, I only have eyes for my dearest Earnest tho our eyes are yet to  meet and our souls are yet to inter wind and become one.