Dear Diary,
It's his birthday.
I wish, I can tell him this. Sometimes I often wonder if he even think about me or not. Or maybe he has moved on in life. I hope that the coming years are the best years of his life. I know I sound like a lovesick puppy, but it's a bit hard to forget the person who gave me so many good days in my life. With him time flies like speed of light. Now I don't want to make myself cry by remembering more things, so happy birthday to my first and last love.
I have troubled him a lot, if he was there I would not have needed to keep a diary or overthink. I would keep talking and he would listen. He would save me before I went on a guilt trip. And when I used to study, whether he understood something or not, his answer was always yes. From topping my class to getting over my stage fear, credit for everything goes to him.
Haaa, I thought I would not remember much but if I had my way, I would write an entire book on him. We ourselves do not understand how people we meet unknowingly become a very important part of your life. And this becomes known only when one is in love.
I really wish, you succeed in your life my love and take me to your world. I'm and will be waiting for you, no matter what.
Love You.
P.S.
Come soon.