My days always consist of the same thing. Waking up, shower, eat, work, shower, eat, sleep. Admittedly, it does get frustrating from time to time. I’d love for something crazy to happen to me one day - so long as it wasn’t life threatening, of course. I always keep a diary by my bed, in the second draw of the wooden end table. It’s because I believe that one day, something will happen. Something extraordinary. It also helps me relieve stress and worries. If something’s on my mind, I write it down. Some people smoke to relax, others alcohol. For me it’s writing. And I’ll be able to look through all the days that are practically identical then suddenly reach the one that had a twist to it. That day will come, I just know it. I’ll never stop hoping.
Diary Entry #5
I got up at 6:30am today. The usual 6am didn’t happen because I got to go into work thirty minutes late. Still working as a banker. Yeah I enjoy it, but not as much as I did when I started. It’s just a drag. Not really the type of job you want to be doing if you want your days to go quickly. I showered for about 5 minutes as per usual. I’m still concious about how long I wash myself for. So I showered, got changed into my uniform and left the house. For the next 8 hours it would be calculators, pencils, phone calls, money and people. People, ugh. I still hate them. Why must they exist? Diary, if you can talk, tell me why they exist. Gah what on Earth am I on about? So after work, I went to the card store. It’s mother’s birthday soon and I need to get her a card before I forget - I’m so unreliable with special occasions. The next bit I write, Diary; you’re going to think it’s absolutely not worth putting on paper. But it is, just wait for me to explain. I went to pick up a card from the shelf, and dropped it by my feet. About 30cm from my right foot was a girl. At first, I didn’t really notice her. It was only when she went to try and pick up the card for me at the same time as I did, that I realised how beautiful she was. We stood back up straight, and she apologized. I said “no it’s okay, really” and smiled at her. Because I always seem to smile at people. Never known if it’s a good, bad or creepy quality. She asked me who I was buying for, and I replied with “My mother, you?” She was buying for her dad. I didn’t really know what to say at this point, so I kind of just lost concentration and looked at her. Just, stared. Eyes fixed on that gorgeous face. She had glistening brown eyes. I could make out a bit of yellow around the pupils, kind of like how you can see yellow at the bottom of the sea when the water’s clear enough. Her lips were really pink. Not sure if she was wearing make up on them or not, but nevertheless, they looked beautiful. The shape was so kissable and I almost pounced on her like a mad thing. She had tiny, adorable dark circles under her eyes - lack of sleep or stress I’m assuming. Her nose was absolutely spotless. I describe it in that particular way because my nose always has at least one spot or red mark on it. It was so cute, like a little button nose. She’d make a great eskimo kisser. Her eyebrows were really neat and tidy. Dark brown in colour. Which isn’t the same for her hair. Light blonde. In some parts I could see faint dark brown, so she’d obviously dyed it. But I liked it. Her cheeks were rosy. Again, was it make up? Or did she blush easily? Not sure, but it made her look irresistibly cute. She was wearing a dark blue vest top and denim shorts. Denim shorts on girls just make me wallow in self hate. Girls are so beautiful, they make it look so easy. Then there’s me, looking like a sloth. This wasn’t a time to start feeling sorry for myself, though. I felt like. If I was to break the chain of identical days in my diary, I was to try and do it myself. So by now she’d gotten to the till. She was paying, and there was someone in front of me. One staff member was sorting customers out. She made her way for the door, and the old man in front of me started to pay. He seemed to go on forever, but it was probably only a minute. I started to panic internally. I really wanted to ask her out for a drink or something. She seemed perfect. I’d never seen someone so incredibly attractive in my life. The old man had just put his credit card into the machine. He had a credit card. Nice. I don’t see elders with credit cards often. She was now standing at the exist of the shop, near the white doors. She was sorting out something in her plastic bag, thank goodness. The old man paid, and went. I quickly went to the counter and put my coins down, accidentally releasing aggression as I did. I said “Keep the change, please!” as I slowly walked out the shop. She was gone. I hadn’t realised. I pracically ran out the shop, and stood in the middle of the high street. I looked around everywhere for her. So many people, such little time. I whispered the coloured tops under my breath as I looked around me. “White, black, red, black… BLUE!” A blonde haired lady in a light blue top. I actually ran up to her. I didn’t care about how I looked, I just ran for her. She was about 20 metres away so not much of a running distance thankfully. “Excuse me! Excuse me!” I said as I ran past people. “Hey, stop. Please!” She turned around, luckily. I was looking at her eyes immediately, without intention. I struggled to talk but thankfully I did. I didn’t run after her just to admire her. Although I would love to. “I, umm.” I was out of breath. The oxygen and carbon rapidly exchanging in my lungs as I stood there trying to get the words out. “I was wondering…” “Would you, maybe… Like to go out for…” I swallowed some saliva before saying the end of my jagged sentence. “A drink… Er, with me. Some time.” She was about to say something, but I didn’t let her. That was foolish of me. I just wanted to keep telling her things. “I will take you to the Italian restauraunt not far from here. Hopefully you know it. I will go lay in any field with you and look at the stars. I will go to a gig with you. I will sit down and watch your favorite film with you. Anything, please. You’re just the prettiest, most tranquil woman I have ever laid eyes on. I don’t do this often, so I know I am awful at getting my words out. But I just want to get to know you. Immediately when I saw you, I wanted to get to know you. I wanted to see if I had a chance with you. Please.” There was silence for about 15 seconds. Not sure if she was thinking of a plan to get away without me seeing or thinking of a response. “Have you got a pen?” she said. I nervously replied with a “Yes?”, thinking she wanted to stab me with it or something. She was writing some sort of marks on the back of my hand. What the hell were these? Wha- Was she mad? What on Earth was she writi- oh, they were numbers. THEY WERE NUMBERS. “I’m free all weekend. Don’t disappoint me.” As those words came from her mouth, my face just went completely idiotic. I was smiling and grinning and laughing at the same time and I was in complete shock. I watched her walk away and I was beaming with excitement. I knew this day would come. A day different from the rest. I never stopped believing.
I’m going to make this girl the happiest girl ever. I’m going to make her feel safe and beautiful and comfortable all the time. I believe I can change her life as much as she can change mine. Really can’t wait to meet… Meet… Wait, her name. I DIDN’T ASK FOR HER NAME, DIARY.”
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