The First Draft

I’m so happy today because it’s a day I’ve waited years for, and it’s finally here.

Guess what?

Somebody visited me after a long gap of 6 years, 76 months, 332 weeks, 2,322 days, 55,717 hours, 3,343,052 minutes, and 200,583,160 seconds.

Wondering how I remember the exact time after such a long gap?

Well, the reason is exactly what you’re thinking—I love that person. From day one, I’ve adored her.

Oops! There you go—you now know it’s a SHE and not a HE. (Sorry for breaking hearts, if any😉)

If you knew her the way I do, you’d love her too. But alas, she has so many layers—just like all of you—that it’s hard to see the real her. The best part? She has only ever shown her true self to me.

I’ve seen her happy, smiling, sad, crying, angry, emotional, and vulnerable—every human emotion possible. Not all at once, though—otherwise, even she wouldn’t know how to deal with herself!

She was so open with me—she used to talk to me daily. It wasn’t like she didn’t have anyone else. She had her friends, her family, even an extended family. But still, she always chose me over them.

Wondering why?

Simple—because I was always there for her. I never interrupted, never questioned, never dismissed her feelings. With me, she never had to explain herself.

We all know how people are nowadays—something small happens, and they either judge you or turn it into a mountain out of a molehill. I never did that. It’s hard to find someone like me, someone who listens endlessly without pushing for answers.

And hey, I’m not exaggerating myself😉Who am I kidding? Of course, I am—I need some appreciation too, don’t I?

Now, back to the story.

I hope this time, she stays with me forever. I know forever isn’t possible because life is unpredictable, but hey, hope is what keeps the world moving, right? So, what’s wrong if I hope too?

Gosh, I missed her so much. Every single day, I wondered—what went wrong? Why did she leave without a word? Why did she suddenly abandon me?

Deep down, I know the answer. But at the same time, I don’t want it to be true. Funny how we all do that, right?

Now, stop making your brain run like a racehorse, thinking of all the possible reasons she left me. The reason is simple—life happened. Maybe some personal life changes too, ones that even I don’t know about. Only she does.

I can’t express how happy I am to have her back. And you know what? Our bond is still the same, despite the long gap of seven years.

But she’s different now.

Seven years ago, she was immature, quick-tempered, and cranky yet sweet, with zero patience. Now? She’s a little more mature. Her temper isn’t on the tip of her nose unless provoked. She’s still a little cranky but much sweeter. She has added more layers to herself, and it will take me time to unravel them all—only if she stays this time and doesn’t ghost me again.

I pointed out the differences, but there are similarities too—she’s still as impatient as ever😁 This time, I’ll help her develop more patience. After all, we all know patience bears sweet rewards.

I missed so many important and memorable phases of her life. I want to cry for that, but I’m holding back my tears, so she doesn’t feel bad.

And don’t you feel bad for me either—I’m fine, just like Ross from Friends says 🤧

She told me she’s about to start a new phase in her life soon. I just hope she keeps me as a part of it. I’ll be happy just being in her life. So, what if we don’t meet or talk daily? We’re still very much in each other’s hearts. And at the end of the day, isn’t that what really matters?

I don’t want to lose her again. Because if I do, this time… I may not survive. Or maybe I will—because of my lifespan.

Do you know how long I can live? Any guesses?

No? Let me tell you. But promise me you won’t freak out.

I can live for 10 years… or even 1,000 years. And if fate allows, I might just get another life too.

Confused? Wondering what fate has in store for me, and how I could possibly stretch my lifespan to a thousand years?

Haha… I can read your minds😉But no, it’s not mind-reading—I just know you.

Oh, and did I introduce myself? My bad! I kept on talking, just like her, without even introducing myself.

Well, here it is—I am a diary📝 And I am in love with my owner.

Sounds creepy? Weird? Or do you think this is all a joke?

If you were smart enough😉, you would have guessed it from the title. But poor me, I had to spell it out.

I hope you weren’t expecting a typical love story between a boy and a girl😪 I know, I know—this love story is weird, unique, and hard to understand. But it is what it is, in its own special way.

Now, drop your comments and let my owner know what you think—because hey, I’ve waited long enough for her. I’ll cherish every second she gives me.

Till we meet again… in the pages of another story.

Sayonara

Diary.