♥ It's Just A Diary ...

It is kind of like a sports day in my university, and so we get involved in different kind of activities, such as flying fox and mini rock climbing. She seems unhappy and loss of concentration, what could have happen to her? I know she won’t tell me, we are just normal friends.

And so the event ends, around noon time, the sun is still hanging up there, at its brightest and hottest. I am going to hide inside the hall, instead of getting sun-burned. It is weird since no one is around in this school, why is it so quiet? Walking to the hall, force the ancient-look door to open up, things are getting wrong, my school is not that generous to build such a giant door for its hall. Out of my expectation, the hall if so crowded with students. But I spot my favourite sports there – badminton. Wait a minute, aren’t they my old time schoolmates? We haven’t been seeing each other for more than 4years. Why old time schoolmates? Am I still studying in this school or what? Things just messed up all of the sudden, questions just kept on running to my mind. Their greetings break down my silence. We have fun chit-chatting for few minutes, and then I have no idea what I did.

Inside my mind, I’m still worried about her, is she still unhappy? Bothered with lot of unsolved problems? I just can’t stop thinking of it, maybe I should just text her. Out of my expectation again, she reply with a video (can we really do that?), she shows me a nice scenery in England, as she told, with her boy friend. How can this happen to me? She’s getting married at this young age? Is that guy that rich to spend money for their marriage in England? Heartbroken. I never expect a moody person can turn the other way round so fast, she seems happy by the way. No no, I am not going to let this happens, to England!

On the other side, it’s her. Many friends are accompanying her all the way from somewhere to her wedding venue. They are on train without her boyfriend, but why not car since her boyfriend has those Great British Pounds? Back to her, their friends doubt on her decision to get married. Yes, she’s in a simple wedding gown, holding a bouquet of red roses on her shivering- bridal gloved hands, but her mind is still on something else, not into this marriage.

Am I able to prevent this marriage? I’m still thinking, on the plane. No one knows the ending, when the screen suddenly turns black. Maybe it’s a hint - we can make a difference.

A meaningful story which I read from a website, with the title –The Endless Dream.