Hey,

It's 10 years from now and you will be grown up into a beautiful young lady in her 30s.

I sneaked through the other books which were kept in the front. Since the bookshelf ain't that huge, I remained at the very back of the fourth rack upon the top. I have known for the fact that these novels in the front became your new partner in the life.

You see, the calender on the wall on the other side of the room tells that it's the Christmas weekend. And you got only two days. After a while I saw you coming in with brushes and brooms to clean your room.

You completed the dusting of the floor walls and the cupboard. After arranging other furnitures back to their place, it was the turn of our book shelf. Yeah, I was pretty excited that you would hold me again and there is a fair chance that being lost into nostalgia you would turn the dusty yellow pages of mine after such a long time.

Though I am afraid if you would even notice me? Since your few favourites are laying in front of me they wont even give a chance to make my way to you.

Though, I tried my best to fall, fall for you as I always did. I tried falling in front of you from the shelf but it seems your hand picked few other novels and you put them back in front of me.

It's like you didnt notice me or you didnt want to notice me.

Afterall who loves their old diary.
No one has time for these turned pages. And I accept it.

I know i should have made an effort to kick out those novels when you first brought them, but seeing you happy while flipping over their new pages made me realise that your happiness is what matters me the most.

Now, I see, my back cover is being eaten up by woodworms. Few pages are ate up by those rats. If there's anything fresh into me is your memories from years back that keep rolling in front of my eyes in a hope that one day.. one day I wont end up being thrown into trash and you will pick me up and hug me for being your favourite diary. That one day you will rewrite memories on me.

You see, the pages eaten by woodworms or turned by the rats don't hurt me anymore. They are numb. What really hurts is your ignorance.

I love you and I always love you.
I hope you hug me back and rewrite your diary.

Yours,
Diary.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I miss you and I want you back the way we were.

Thumlinna