Random Rambles

55 - Here we go again

Another one-shot sad love story based on another song again. This time, it is based on the song "Diary" by BREAD but I gave it a longer storyline.

*the story depicted here is adapted from the song(s) I listened to. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead or any resemblance to other stories is purely coincidental.*

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I was walking in the green park after work, near where I once played with friends. The lush green grass was pure nostalgia for me, from the time we played tag until the time we raced bicycles, it was a time capsule. Feeling my legs tire, I decided to rest under a big tree. I remembered this tree where my friends and I friends climbed this tree and almost got in trouble. As I sat by the exposed roots, I noticed a familiar-looking leather cover book resting by it, it was my childhood friend and now long-term crush's diary. She must've left it here by accident. She often comes here with my friends and I to have fun, even though we grew old, she still comes here.

Being curious, I flipped through the diary, mostly aged yellow papers, reading from the beginning when she began writing it back when we were 12. She used to talk about her feelings and vented her thoughts in rather funny ways. The more I read, the more I could see she had written hints that she liked someone when she was 16, by then I already liked her. She said things like, "He feels like the man I always waited for." or "He is sweet like my favourite candy." It was cheesy, yes, but it fueled my ego.

When we were friends back years ago, she never showed it, and I find it surprising that she likes me. I closed my eyes as I held the book, I could imagine, as I go through my life with her, bringing her out on dates, bringing her sweet things in life. Until the time we could get married, standing at the altar, calling her my wife, raising kids at our family home, watching them grow up to be great and successful kids.

I slowly opened my eyes, still love-struck at the thought of it. "Maybe I should confess to her." I thought to myself as I smiled. I picked up the diary again and continued reading with glee. As every page passed, I could realise something different was written. The words described didn't match my personality or looks. I for sure was never fat but never had a well-built body either, and neither was romantic. Until one of the most recent diary entries that she wrote a few months back. Which said, "......he finally proposed to me, after almost dating for two years!" At those words, my heart shattered, the stinging pain hurt a lot.

I closed my eyes again, this time to sulk and hold back tears, regretting not shooting my shot earlier when I could've. After a while, I got up and left the diary there, I couldn't bear seeing her again, let alone return the diary. A few days passed, and the final part of my heart finally shattered when I received a wedding invitation personally sent by her. "I hope you can come and see my marriage!" she said. I didn't reply, I nodded and accepted the invitation. I entered back into my house and wrapped myself in a blanket on my couch and began crying.

Soon, the day of the marriage came. I wore a black coat over a white buttoned shirt with a red neck bowtie. When I arrived at the church, people gave me looks as if I was here to steal the show, after all, I do look like the groom in this attire. I could hear whispers and gossip about how much of an attention seeker I am but I ignored them as I removed my coat and sat at the back of the church. The process went on, I saw her, my dearest friend, in the purest white gown I have ever seen, walking down the aisle. I was angst at the sight, but I was happy for her to have found someone she loved. 

Before the groom kissed the bride, I stood up and left, and I could swear, she saw me leaving from the corner of her eyes. Through the tears and sobs as I left, I whispered, "Hope he treats you well." and I left a note in an envelope on the wiper of her Honda with all the red and pink ribons over the car. Soon after, I got in my car and left.