Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Day 03, "Sweet Night Kiss"

Dear Diary,
Two days ago I was confident that he forgot about me. Well, I might have to say... I was wrong. Last night he was here with me. It was beautiful. It was how we used to hang out together. It was 20 minutes before midnight, and my parents were screaming at each other like they do every day... he called and ask how I was. I told him everything that was happening and he said "Fuck them, let’s go out". As we hang up, I changed of clothes. A couple of minutes later, he knocked on my window and I just opened it so I could sneak out. I was always amazed by the fact he could climb up the old tree like if he was a monkey or that guy from twilight. Who figures? He helped me out to get off the tree and off we went running in the darkness. We ended up at the park and we walked around it for a couple of times, he hold my hand throughout the walk. He was talking about how he saw the world in 10 years from now, were we would be and stuff that has to do with the future.  He was so positive of life and the things that it holds. He even mentioned about us being together. I pretended that I didn't listen and went up to the swings. He tagged along and we started swinging away. We spend hours at the park that the sun was about to come up. We went walking back home and it was so cold that he lend me his sweater, he was holding me so tight next to you. I loved that from him, it felt like I was safe. I was safe around him. We climbed up that tree and inside my room. We were standing there and he hold me tight on my waist and whispered in my ear,
"And hey darling
I hope you're good tonight
And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving
Yeah I want it but no I don't need it
Tell me something sweet to get me by
'Cause I can't come back home till they're singing la la la la la la la......I love you."
"I love you too" I said back.  He was so close to me that when our lips almost touched, I woke up by the sound of the door slam that my mom did when she left for work.
"It was a dream", I said while a sighed. Then I realized I had his sweater on... "I was almost kissed last night or was it all a dream?" I don't know either of both, but either way he was here with me last night.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Day 02, "Halloween Night."

Dear Diary,
Today is all Hallow's Night. The night that everybody has the chance to dress up and be someone they are not. Also, the night that all Christians start to make Church meetings, so the devil cannot posses their child's mind and turn them into demons. I always laughed, by the fact that every time I walked pass the church on my way back home after school, they would give me fliers saying "Stay away from hell and come to our way to heaven's door! Come to our Holy Father Church Community event on October 31". People now exaggerate everything. Right now, kids are trick or treating and it reminded me so many things. I remember when I was little, my sister and I would get  ready before 7:00pm and anxious to go out and ask for candy. I wore a nice sailor moon costume with Luna in my pumpkin basket and my sister would stay traditional with the witch outfit. It was those years that my mom and my dad would actually let us go on our own without any supervision. We would always rush in our room to plan for our mission. To decide which houses to go for the big candies or the most delicious caramel apples. And when the clock hit 7:00 we went running through the whole neighborhood screaming and laughing like everything in the world was okay. Now this day has become nothing but a great memory that has been lock since everything change here in my family. Later on, he arrived in my life. He would always make Halloween a special night for me. He would bring back that careless little girl that I was. I miss that feeling. I miss it so much that right now that I'm looking outside my window and holding Luna, tears fall from my eyes and disappear like those moments are little by little. 

Day 01, "I Miss Him."

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Dear diary,
It's 4:24 in the morning. I can't sleep. I've been thinking of him every night. It’s been weeks I haven’t seen him. I’ve tried to look for him, but it all turns to a failure. Getting my hopes to high to see him again gets me down. I remember those crazy nights that we have shared…those moments that we ran away from our houses after midnight, when everybody in the city was asleep. When nobody, not a bear soul, was out out in the streets of the old city. When we had those long walk and into the park, where we lay down on the cold wet grass.  We look at the sky, and pretended that we were in a land where nothing goes wrong. A place that we both share together and no one else. I miss those nights; the warmth, the laughs, and especially the way that he whispered in my ear “Our love will be remembered... It will be only You and I”. Those words I had believed. All this time that has passed that I last saw him, had me thinking… He already forgot about me.