But then he looked at me, with those eyes that could break me, and said words that I don't think I'll ever forget.
He said, "I know you're not perfect. And I don't want perfect. I just want you."
Even writing this, my chest feels so tight. My heart skipped and stumbled when I heard it, and it still does now.
Dear Diary,
Sometimes I wonder if fate is just playing games with me. If I hadn't stormed out that day, so angry, and if he hadn't followed me like the stubborn fool he is… he wouldn't have gotten into that car accident while saving me. The guilt still claws at my chest. But now… now that he's better, I made up my mind. I'm going to marry him.
Haha. Haha. Hahaha.
See? I'm such a generous person, right?
But when kaya looked back down at the page, she saw that the handwriting was slightly messy, and the words came softer, almost whispering out of it.
Dear Diary, I finally understood one thing—when you love someone, you don't just love. You fight.
