‘I saw this on your table. I just took a glance at the first page and realized it is yours.’
‘Oh, thank you!’
‘Look! I’m sorry that I accidently overheard your conversation with him the other day’
She smiled wryly. ‘It’s alright. I know you will never breathe a word.’
‘Of course, I won’t.’
They walked to the lot where their motorbikes were parked in rows. She walked to her bike and noticed something attached to the dashboard of the bike. The post-it attracted everyone’s attention because of its color. This is what was written on it:
There was indeed a note in the helmet. The handwriting was familiar, but all of a sudden she couldn’t find the owner of this. The paper was folded neatly. She put it away in her bag and rode her motorcycle home.
Late at night, she took out her diary and read the last few pages. She realized how long she hadn’t jotted anything down. It was a long story to tell; she didn’t know where to start. But today is first day at university; thus, there should be a few lines written down.
Late at night, she took out her diary and read the last few pages. She realized how long she hadn’t jotted anything down. It was a long story to tell; she didn’t know where to start. But today is first day at university; thus, there should be a few lines written down.
Dear diary,
It’s been ages, hasn’t it? Things have changed; I’ve changed. The hellish moment intervenes between the farewell time and the arrival of the new period of life.
I farewell my classmates, some of whom will be miles away. I farewell my love, the one I will never forget. I farewell my teachers, who have positively influenced me. I hate saying my goodbyes, and you know it, diary.
I center my life on this love, or maybe I loved too much. I hoped too much, I cared too much.
I don’t know what to say more; nothing interesting happens these days except…
It’s been ages, hasn’t it? Things have changed; I’ve changed. The hellish moment intervenes between the farewell time and the arrival of the new period of life.
I farewell my classmates, some of whom will be miles away. I farewell my love, the one I will never forget. I farewell my teachers, who have positively influenced me. I hate saying my goodbyes, and you know it, diary.
I center my life on this love, or maybe I loved too much. I hoped too much, I cared too much.
I don’t know what to say more; nothing interesting happens these days except…
She put down her black pen on the spur of time and grabbed her handbag, starting to search for something. She found it! She unfolded the note and it read:
Dear You,
Remember the time you were the only one sitting in the class and the rest were standing? That was when no one knew the answer to the teacher’s question except you.
Remember the time you were the only one sitting in the class and the rest were standing? That was when no one knew the answer to the teacher’s question except you.
Remember the moment you blushed when a guy came out of nowhere and told you that he found endearing charm of your smile?
Remember when you laughed heartily in front of the class and the teacher turned around, smiled, and told you that you have great laugh?
People haven’t seen your endearing smile for a long while. You haven’t laughed madly for days. The positive compliments you received have slipped your mind.
I’ve got something for you. Tomorrow, go to bookstore and tell your name to the storekeeper. She will give you a book. You will find it very helpful.
Have a good night!
Remember when you laughed heartily in front of the class and the teacher turned around, smiled, and told you that you have great laugh?
People haven’t seen your endearing smile for a long while. You haven’t laughed madly for days. The positive compliments you received have slipped your mind.
I’ve got something for you. Tomorrow, go to bookstore and tell your name to the storekeeper. She will give you a book. You will find it very helpful.
Have a good night!