Dear Diary,

I had a dream, well it wasn't the same as the others. This was very different. He gave me a rose, a plastic rose that I will always cherish until we meet again.

As for the dream, I was at his house in his backyard playing when suddenly he took my hand and we sat down to watch the sunset.

As I was about to see his face, I woke up.

Who are you?

Will I ever meet him again?

Will he recognize me as his MayMay?

I look at the rose he gave me every day, thinking of him. What was he up to?

Does he have a girlfriend?

Does he remember me?

Yeah, yeah too many questions that have no answers. The only one who can answer is him but I have seen him since I was 4 years old and he was 6.

New year, new school, and hopefully new friends. The last part isn't something I want but I can't say no to my parents.

Their love is unique and special and it makes me pray for my happiness to be like theirs.

Back to packing, see you later diary.

Signing off,

MayMay.