His Diary
All I can say is that I know him. I know what happened to him every single day. I know the reason behind his sweet smile and sad eyes.
I know everything about him.
But what everyone doesn't know is that there is ME in his life.
He smiles at me and took a deep breath while remembering what happened on his whole day. He starts telling me all the details and the emotions he felt.
This isn't new to me, he's always like this. Telling me everything, no more no less.
As always, he will start on how he starts his morning by opening his eyes, what he ate and how he spends his time trying to figure out the solution for the first problem he encountered.
Who he talks and have fun with and who he hates the most. How he had fun trying to reduce the annoyance he felt. How he excitedly faces back the problem because he already figured out the solution he needs.
It's nice to know how his day started and ended, as if I was there even though I knew...
...that after he told me everything, he will then close the book.
