Dear London,
(London is my journal. I've been collecting journals since highschool and it's one my coping ways during my darkest days. Dear London was born on the day I got tired of saying Dear Journal.)
I know it's been like forever. I've wrote a lot about Haley. It's June 4th, 12:11AM here on my side. Today was stressful. I woke up close to 12pm today and I failed to go to school today, well it's not a big deal anyway because regular classes will all start next Monday. I woke up with a terrible headache. Days like this, when my senses go back to life with body parts aching, I used to think that it's going to be a terrible day. Well, Haley is a game changer. I've been waking up since 8am because of her arms tightening around me. Before noon, I opened my eyes and told her that my head hurts.
Yesterday was tiring because we went out to go to school and ended up seeing her long lost best friend, Daisy. It was a great day. Daisy said that Haley is normally a jealous person. I got home tired and slept at 5pm. I was dehydrated and stressed. Haley knew that I was stressed out. Around 7pm, I was half awake with my eyes closed. Someone held my head. A pair of hands started massaging my temple. "Oh shit, she's here."
There goes my hero. I stayed still and I let her ease the pain until I pulled her in for a hug. What a godsent angel.
So going back to what happened today, Haley started my day with a head massage. We got up and ate breakfast. It was a typical day for us. Dad likes her so dad immediately prepared us breakfast the moment we both appeared downstairs. My dear Haley and I had an argument because of her oblivious habit that she keeps leaving all the lights in every room on. We took a shower. I started cleaning the room and she did helped me afterwards. She did most of the cleaning and yes, London, she's a wife-material babe. My room is like her room anyway and I can;t wait to sleep tonight with her. I honestly thought of that. My bed used to be just special... now it's more than that. Because my bed is the best place where I could be. It's where Haley and I spends the rest of the night cuddling and talking. She organized my perfumes and lotions, my books and my clothes (which basically are her clothes too). She got back at 7pm. We had to help the family with some errands so we went to bed later than 9pm.
London, I was busy typing this. She's currently on our bed right now, watching God knows what from Youtube and Facebook. I know it upsets her sometimes that we usually don't spend wifey time together that much anymore but trust me, I love her so much. I don't know how to deal with lonely nights away from her anymore.
London. I can't imagine what my life would be without her. She can be my own hero in own simple ways, you know. Seeing all these bottles of massage oils make me smile. I massaged her back awhile ago too, just so you know.
Haley is too simple. I know that her other interests are not within my budget but one day, London, I will buy her a number of cats and huskies. AS of now, all I can afford is a pile of written love letters, drawings, a few minutes of massage, cuddle time, photographs with captions on instagram that drive her nuts, food and cheap candies, socks at midnight, forehead and neck kisses, hand massage, snapchat stories, sweet chocolate drinks and fruitshakes, all these little pleasures...
God I just love her, London.
I will write again. Good night.
