I've tried keeping a sort of diary of my character (Jack Pink) a couple of times now. Maybe this one will prove to be more permanent? I've named it 'Jack's Silhouette' because the latter is defined as: (n): a representation of forms or objects on a surface by means of lines, (v): create an image or likeness of (provided by http://wordie.org/words/silhouette). Keep in mind; any and everything provided here is strictly in-character-based. All text is enclosed in Jack's diary, which is hidden somewhere in the clutter of her home. Here it goes.

(Penmanship is neatly done in cursive)

September 11

The day is nearing its close, the final scene having been brought to a finish. He is long gone at this point, but yet his presence lingers still. In my mind, in my house...in my heart. It's strange, really. I'm not exactly sure as to how I could describe the way I feel when I am around him. Though I feel there are an innumerable amount of words I could use to depict the ambush of emotions with which I become confronted in his presence, they all seem so...obscure; so obscure that they seem alien to me. Foreign. Nonentities. I don't think even my ex-husband brought about this mental haze. No names necessary. I alone am aware of his identity in relation to these words expressed...and that's all that is important.

I'm over-thinking things; I'm sure. Perhaps. I might be. For a long time, it was as though I were looking through a glass wall. All the possibilities, all the what-ifs, all the wishes, dreams...all the that and things of the like; I saw it...but it couldn't be had. Not by myself, at least. He was hers. She was his...and I wasn't. I waited without intent until I discovered he'd propsed. Then came the children. Unborn and...hers. All possibility was lost. I was...defeated. I succumbed to the belief that it was not meant to be. I detached myself, and then...Fate so unexpectedly twisted things and there was no more of anything to stand between he and I. Opportunity was presented in full.

He was there;
When my world was gruesome and conflicted, he was there. Always a friend, always an ear, always a hand and a shoulder. The most unexpected opposite of any and everything after which I had ever sought, and yet...somehow so perfectly placed in the chaos of a life. . There is an attraction which has been among he and I for some time; even when it should not have been. Times are different now, which has made it easier on and for us. I feel conflicted. I am almost certain his heart has yet to heal fully, and I shouldn't allow myself to risk what emotional stability I have just recently acquired.

Inside a boy
I found a universe
And in his eyes
Are a thousand stars
On a dark sky

In his arms
I'm unwinding
Under his kiss
I'm falling into love

They say it's never unwise to go out on a limb because that's where the fruit is. That theory has yet to be solidified. However, he is the...sweetest uncertainty. My beautiful enigma.