Dear journal
I met someone, she was nice. I like talking to her, just like we're just at the same experiences and struggles. I hope She'll be with me for too long.
Dear journal
Remember the person I've meet? She's been with me in a whole day. She makes me smile and laugh. We share our stories, and experiences. She was nice to be with. I like her. Actually she call me brother.
Dear journal
We're together again. It seems like we're knowing each other. Maybe we're getting closer. Because she always treat me like her older brother.
Dear journal
Now I know her well. She trust me and everything she tell.
And I feel like I'm comfortable to be with her.
She was the only girl that care for me, a simple "goodnight, sweetdreams, sleep well, be safe, lovelots" I heard to her. And it means me so much.
Actually this night I already miss her.
Dear journal
I like her, and I think i love her. She's always there for me. She comfort me, and treated me special. Now I feel like I'm not alone, because she always makes me feel that I am not. Thanks God I met her.
Dear journal
How can I keep this as a secret. I know and I wish I could stop. But what else can I do. Now my heart now keeps on beating, any advice what to do?
Dear journal
I am with her again. I just simply look at her, and she looks at me and smile.
She was so beautiful, sometime I wonder why her? There's so many of gals there why her?
Dear journal
I think I must tell her this. I must tell her what I feel, I hope I can do it. At new years day.
Dear journal
Happy new year. I told her everything, she told me she knew it. But she told me she made a promise to his brother that She'll never have a boyfriend. It's okay I understand. Because I must.
Dear journal
Long time no write. Everything's change now.
I felt cold. Seems like those words I heard will never be heard again. I think I'm really alone. Maybe I'm just playing a role to her life. But not a part of
Long time no write. Everything's change now.
I felt cold. Seems like those words I heard will never be heard again. I think I'm really alone. Maybe I'm just playing a role to her life. But not a part of her. Or maybe I was, but not really that important. Maybe those who met someone, change and feel great and maybe those who confess back to what he/she was.
Sometimes I think, I shouldn't have told her everything, I should've keep my mouth shut. Then this is the outcome of my confession, now I'm lost.