♡ Date: July 17, 2020 ♡
♡ Time: 2:59 P.M. ♡
Dear Diary,
Last last day I got myself a girlfriend, she is the woman whom I always teased about for being a mother to me. She is very thoughtful and caring. Few months ago, she showed some interest on me that she like me. That she was trying to caught me and build a relationship with. I got her busted that time, trying to make myself clear, honest, and loyal to a girl whom my first love. But everything about that first love always fuck me up. I went into emotional unstable and always in pain and sorrow. Thinking about myself is the least thing that I could ever do when I'm with her.
This girlfriend of mine always keep digging on me, she always doing that. Day by day, she was asking if I am fine. Have I eaten my food? Anything that a lover or a friend do. And then we keep video chatting and calling every night. She always wanted to tell stories and give me a way to talk about why do I always feel depressed and sad.
And then, I didn't notice that she was getting into me. I felt comfortable and easy to talk with her, without worrying of what I am saying. I guess she's the second person that I ever met that is willing to listen to my blabbering. To my repeated stories of being fuck up and hurt by the woman I chose to love long time.
One night she suddenly asked me in our call, opps wrong. It's a long story to tell but to cut it short. July 15, she told me I love you, then keep repeating it. But me whose not comfortable and never speaking the kind words of I love you end the call to lessen the awkwardness that I am feeling, after a short while I return the call. Then a moment have pass she asked me if I could be her girlfriend.
A moment of silence took place. To continue the conversation, I answered her with no. Followed by, it will took me 3 dats to figured out if I could say yes. And then the video call has end. We still chatting telling sleep now when she put it up again, asking if I could be her girlfriend. Without a second thought I answered her yes.
And that is the story of how woman whom I teased to call 'NANAY' became my girlfriend.
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