Dear Diary,

As much as I believe in science, I am heavily attempting to defy everything it goes for.

It began today as a star fell from the sky. Almost literally. Her body was glowing as I carried her out of the crashed spaceship. I dearly wish that she's an apex for her sake.

I've been visiting her for three days in the infirmary as she's stayed fast asleep. I absolutely hate the feeling that I get when I'm there.

We're like two opposite ends of a magnet. I can't help but be attracted to her. But I loathe the feeling. What's wrong with me?

What's it called when you love someone so hard but hate them equally the same?

Oh that's right. Dangerous.

Until next time,

Carter.