Dearest Diary,
It was this very day, many years ago that a dear friend was born from the imagination of a most magnificent gentleman. I have admired this character from a distance throughout my childhood, but as I settled in the south of the country, I became his confidante and we were inseparable for a good many years. This evening as I write to you, I am reminded of his cheerful laughter and charming wit. I cannot deny that he has captured my heart more than any other gentleman I've come to know. Regrettably our companionship has waned in recent months but he is never far from my thoughts.
If I may, in his honour, I should like to share a particular memory of our afternoons together. Perhaps even our first introduction apart from what I knew of him as a child, for it was at a ball -- a most elegant gathering for such an introduction. I was welcomed as a guest of some propriety and the host was most eager to introduce me to many that had attended that evening. I knew most of their names prior to our introduction for each had a reputation which preceeded him. But I shall never forget the moment I set eyes upon the friend of my youth. His gloved hand took hold of mine and led me in a dance reel that felt very much like a fairy tale. It was a dance I continued to enjoy for the next six years.
I have not forgotten him nor shall my heart ever take leave of him. For he is the proper sort of suitor that any young maiden should wish for. In honour of his special day, I shall hurry to his side on the morrow...
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