I used to write quite faithfully to my diary. By ‘write’ I mean literally write long-hand, using a pen, on paper, with no abbreviated words whatsoever.
Today at work, my trusty laptop broke down. No Internet, nothing to keep me occupied. So I cleaned my desk drawers. Underneath a pile of JO’s and Signed CE’s, I found my old diary from the years 2003-2006. I was so entranced by all my drama during that time, I was such a hopeless, hopeless romantic.
I particularly had this thing of writing letters I’d never send. I’d just spill my heart out to that person, randomly writing, being mushy and gooey and so hopelessly lovelorn. Looking back, it’s amusing, but at that time, I really meant every word I wrote.
Here’s one example:
Dear Science Classmate,
You make the 3-hour periods worth it. Even the surprise quizzes and the long boring lectures. Seeing a glimpse of your sweet smile makes up for it. You will always be that boy who stole my heart right from the start.
AWESOME. Lovesick, sappy and utterly hopeless. Hahahaha 
Well, I never had the guts to approach this boy, much less give him the letter. But it’s all good. Somehow, it’s fun looking back and having that fairy-tale boy you adored, untarnished by the realities of life. I guess, in my mind, that boy, whereever he is now, will remain that boy who made 3 hours of Science class so worth it.
So, whether you’ll read this or not, thank you, dear boy. You make reminiscing my “youth” so much sweeter.
And even if we’re both happy with our respective lives (I’m sure you are, you’re that sort of person), I’m still glad that when I press “publish”, this unsent letter will be unsent no more. 
