Dear diary

Dear diary

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he opened my ‘secret box’ with the note “it’s a sin to open someone’s thing without the owner’s permission, amen” on it. Inside, there was another smaller box which had almost the same note, “I said, PLEASE do not open without the owner’s humble permission, amen”. I wrote that 5 years ago when I attended the church religiously, hence the amen.

“Yay! My turn to read your old diary and laugh at you!” he said.

Earlier today, I had read his old diary for the umpteenth time and laughed at all his silly childish remarks. “Today my dad bought me the cool Power Rangers poster” or something lame like that hahaha. Anyway, he ended up getting distracted when he saw some colored papers meant for making stars and started folding them instead, leaving me to rummage through my ‘secret’s secret box’

An excerpt. I read it out loud.

” 9/5/2005,

This thursday is our 5th month together, 5 months of bliss, love, jealousy, tears, sugar, spice and everything nice =). I’ve never regretted meeting him before. Never regretted risking my safety to meet a stranger at 5 in the morning. He’s truly the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.”

My voice quivered and I reached over to hug him.

You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me too, he said.

Choked in my tears, I continued reading my diary.

“He’s like what? an angel sent from the Mighty Fella up there? Barry would so laugh his arse off if he ever reads this”

Hahahaha! Angel?! mighty fella?! We laughed our arses off.

Distance? Fuck distance. Uncertainties? Fuck uncertainties. We can do this.