Dear Diary,

Have been a long time I didn't play badminton...

I started loving this game because of him.
The memories keep flashing in my mind...

the words he say to me,the skills he teached me,the time he play with me....

But those memories are killing me.

It hurts but everyday life still go on as I wished.

I hope he not hiding all his feeling and face this sad feeling alone...I hope his family and friends could help him get through this..

He will met someone better than me or just like me as future.

Like he said, I always could be replaceable, so he should live happier than me.

Good Night :) Hope tomato can sleep well after this tired bad game.