Do you still believe in Happy Endings? A love once lost founded? A hope after every storm? Grievance, denial and acceptance? Well, I do. Well at least I still do.

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1 year ago..

I was walking past the Hallway as my face caught the rich, orange glow of the rising sun. It's another day, another challenge, another hope. I always wonder when I'm gonna get tired of this, living life in misery and dissatisfaction.

I turned my sleepy gray eyes from the window's glassy reflection as I head to the Garden. I heard people arguing, laughing, while I was there, alone. I opened my bag and reached for my Diary and Pen-these are the witnesses of my heartbreak-my lost love. As I was about to write down, I heard someone from the back, whispering and murmuring, I turned around.

"E..excuse me. Which building are you in?"

"The third building from the gate. Why? Are you new here?" I smiled.

"Kinda.. I'm quite confused where this building is.." He handed me a folded paper. And just as I was about to open it,  someone covered my eyes. 

"Stop it, Ken, this isn't funny anymore." The guy spoke. Turned out that the paper he gave me was some kind of a nude woman, and he isn't new. What a Perv! 

"Pervert!" I slapped the face of the guy and ran away.

When will I ever get used with these stuffs? Am I just too kind to strangers, or am I really that stupid? Last week, there was another guy who kinda closely did the same thing. Perverts are everywhere! Hmp! 

Anyway, as I was about to enter my class, I remembered I forgot my diary. Aish! Stupidity strikes! I can't let it just stay there.. it's a private thing, a very very private thing. I can't imagine them reading it.. oh please, just no. I ran back to the garden, and saw the same guy who covered my eyes, he was alone.

"Excuse me. Have you seen a thick turquoise notebook here? I left it here earlier while I was victimized by some pervert. I.. I remember you, with him."

"Uh. Thick? Turquoise? Notebook? No, I haven't seen any." Omg, I wanna faint. Aishhhh! 

"Really? But.. Hay, thanks anyway.." I sighed and searched for it everywhere. It really isn't here! Where the heck did it go? :'(

"I saw Ken pick up something from the ground earlier, but I'm not sure if it's what you're looking for, but it's blue." OMG, CAN I FAINT NOW? Aish! That pervert!

"Where is his building? I really have to get that, it's my.. Diary."

"Oh, I never thought girls these days still write on Diaries. Blogs are nice, you know. Anyway, his building is just right there.." He pointed then smiled at me. He's so tall! 

"Thanks! What's your name again?" I asked. 

"Paolo. Just call me, Paolo. And yours?" Paolo, right. Then I ran away.

I was running in the Hallway.. and I'm wearing a freaking skirt! AAAAH! This is the first time I did this, thanks to that 'Ken' guy. Then suddenly, I noticed a crowd of people, in their center was a guy, holding a blue notebook, my diary, and he was reading it in front of these people.. aloud! "Ah, here.. March 08, 2008, I'm here at my room.. waiting for his call.. I don't know if this is the end.. But I'm still hoping.. Hoping that we'll fix this soon, I love him so much."  The crowd "AWWWWED". Another yell, "How sweet!" 

"Oh, look guys. Look who's here with us, the owner of this Diary. The girl who love him so much.. Aww, let's---"