Dear Diary, I met him again this morning. I don’t have idea why my heart still beating so fast every time I meet him. I can’t help myself to not melt every time I see his sweet smile. I’m happy every time I see his smile, but I’m happier if that smile is for me. Can’t he be mine?

Dear Diary, I saw that girl again this morning. I don’t know why I’m always nervous when I meet her. I always hide this weird feeling by smiling to my friend. Honestly, my smile is for her, not my friends. I want she to be mine.