by Zara Potts
AUCKLAND, NEW ZEALAND -
In part one of this sorry little tale, I established that reading other people’s journals is a bad thing - especially if you don’t bother reading all the way to the end.
I also established that in my younger days I fell in love far too willingly. Once even, with someone simply because he told me I had perfect nostrils.
This propensity to hand over my heart, and to snoop in other people’s journals, had been my undoing as I watched my love object fly off to another country and into the waiting arms of another girl.
I thought I’d never see him again.
I was wrong. Damn it.