dear diary,

just found you in a dusty box in dads' attic. i'm really going to try and not take any page since the paper is all wrinkly.

i'm 17 at the moment; dan (your owner) and phil adopted me it's around 10 years now since the last entry here. i'm so grateful they did. i wouldn't have asked for anybody else. they are so nice, caring, funny and made for each other.

i just read this fragile pages in the middle of the night while they were asleep. they had no idea (neither did i) that when i was sneaking around the attic i'd find this.

i also had no idea how miserable their lives were.

the bullying, the pressure, the dropping college thing, the love. i had read about it in books. who knew it happened in real life as well?

i'm so happy they found each other. i'm so happy they had something more than a simple passion. they had everything.

they were lost. they needed an anchor. they needed a dream to become true.

they needed to know love wasn't just an american movie lie.

they needed to be real.

they needed each other.

they are still happy now, more than ever in case you're wondering. thank god.

they held on to each other, they found themselves in one another.

they're getting married someday soon.

phil's 34 birthday was yesterday. and he wanted to wait no more. so he surprised dan himself. i guess that 10 years have passed and they're still falling for each other. it's like a teen movie but it's so much more beautiful and real.

whenever i ask how they met, they tell me the same story over and over again. and everytime they have this sparkle in their eyes. like it was a dream they had last night.

but you sure know that story better than i do. they never told me the circumstances or the details.

i'm glad they didn't, knowing what i now after reading you. i don't know if they'd be able to take it.

i'm going to show you to them tomorrow as soon as they wake up. i hope they don't cry.

i'm going to show them that their love isn't dead.

and that dreams are real.

-dil howlter.