Today was my matriculation. I dressed up, smiled for pictures, and stood with my classmates. It was a special day, but deep down, I was tired. When I got back to my room, I just wanted to rest.
I picked up my diary to write about today. I wanted to write how someone said he wanted to interview me, but I said no because I wasn't in the mood.
But as I opened the diary, I mistakenly turned to another page. A page I didn't plan to read. A page that reminded me of someone
I don't know why, but I just stopped and stared. I thought I had forgotten. I thought I had moved on. I told myself that if this one ends, I won't love anyone again.
Maybe it's time to tell the full story.