The Boy in My Diary
For nearly 10 years, I hid my diary in my dad’s cabinet, in a drawer with lock and keys. Perhaps you are wondering why of all places, I decided to keep it there. The reason is simple and smart. My siblings are scared to touch anything from our father’s treasured documents and well, my dad would never have interest in a piece of pink notebook that looks like a photo album.
Six years later after my father passed away, mom asked me to help her dispose some of the things that we won’t be needing anymore. We cleaned the entire house which was an easy task because our entire house is just 45 sqm hehe so it’s small. And then, I found my old but unforgotten diary! Yehey!
I never allowed anyone, not even my bestfriend, to read a single page in that diary. Everything written in it, I considered as too personal and private. No. I don’t have a lot of secrets though I’d like to consider myself as clandestine. That diary is just about a boy I met when I was 16 years old. It’s just weird because after almost a decade of keeping my mouth shut about my true feelings for him, the boy and the diary don’t mean a thing to me now.
I read a few lines in one of the entries and I couldn’t help but laugh at myself with the way I used to feel for that boy. How I swoon everytime our eyes meet, how happy I was everytime he smiles at me, how I adored his newly cut hair, blah blah blah. Now all I can say is YIKES! Hehe! At the last few pages of my diary, I even planned to study in the same university where he was finishing his degree in Computer Engineering. Stupid Love! Haha!
Makes me think of another Leah Salonga soundtrack! “And while the song still brings that certain glow and the world still sing of a love I know. It isn’t quite the way it was before. I remember the boy but I don’t remember the feeling anymore.” Oh how I love Lea 