Dear Diary,

This is another badminton day :)

I spoiled my middle finger, the first time.
I think most probably is due to I using another guy's racket instead of using mine.

He never stop appearing in my mind while I'm playing the badminton game...
Ours old time, happy memories when I'm with him...
The activities that we went for most before we start our relationship.
This is the place, he holds my hand and not willing to let it go...

It is so sad & hurt, but sweet at the same time.

I facing the hard feeling now,
I miss him.

Hoping the time could heal my wound soon...

God will help me, but I have save myself by my own.