Dear Diaries

Dear Diaries

I read my past diaries last night, and I came to realize how unpredictable and funny life is.

Freshman year in highschool...
I was crazy over backstreet boys. Hahaha! I wrote one day how he irritatingly asked me a lot times if I was mad at him or not. He was a very good phone pal and nothing more than that.

Sophomore year in highschool...
I was so inspired by a certain person that I couldn't stop writing poems about him. And he (the significant person in my life right now) was just somewhere in the background. I liked him already way back then, but just as a friend. A really funny friend.
I enjoyed the company of my classmates most of the time... he and I didn't talk to each other in public because everytime we do, the whole class would tease us like crazy .
At the end of the last quarterly exams, I was surprised that he was suddenly talking to me, inspite of everybody's presence. Before, he didn't have the guts...he was too, I don't know, cowardly?

Junior year in highschool...
He came to be a really good friend. Everytime we talk on the phone Say It by Voices of Theory would keep on playing all over again in the background. He gave me a book on Valentine's Day... and he was the first guy who gave me flowers. I was Maria Clara and he was Crisostomo Ibarra... hahaha! The thought really makes me laugh! Everything's so silly!

Senior year in highschool...
It became him and me, and me and him. We'd have Jolibee dinner during Fridays after our C.A.T. He was the one who taught me how to use and make e-mail. We'd chase each other under the rain...I absurdly enjoyed it no matter how corny it looked for other people.

College days...
It was hard for me to be apart from him. I was in Laguna, and he was in Manila. He'd pick me up on Friday nights when I had exams that ended late. He'd visit me at our house during the second and fourth Saturday of the month. He gave me a necklace and a teddy bear as a gift for our first year anniversary. He left the country the summer before sophomore year in college started and since then, our relationship existed in e-mails and phone calls.

At least for years in my past, he was crazy about me...although he's not as crazy about me now. It's funny how the person I didn't really like as more than a friend in the start ended up to be my very first boyfriend...and the very first one who broke my heart.

See how unpredictable life is? Who would've thought that what is happening now and what happened before were all meant to be?

Last night... I started a new diary. It's my nth diary, and soon it will be filled with my experiences and unsaid feelings. Years later, I would read all the entries back, and I will realize for the nth time how unpredictable and funny life is.