Dear diary,

I just love you. I just do.

I love you not the way people look at you or what people do like you.

I just love you. Don't ask me why. I don't even know why. I just do.

I like whats on you.

I like your friendly side.

I like your positive side, which everyone can see.

I like the way you talk.

I like the way you make some jokes.

I like your negative side, your bad side, your bad habits.

I just like it. Even sometimes its make me mad. But you just can make it better. Better with your own way.

That's why i get jealous when someone (not your family) said that they know you better than me. They pretend to be your diary, which knows every single part stories of you. 

Sometimes, i want to ask em, Are you there when he needs you? Are you there when he had a bad day? Are you there when he get upset of something or some people ignore him? Are you there even in his birthday? Are you even pray for him? 

If you don't, please just be quite. 

Please don't do that. 

Be just his mates not more.

Cause you don't know what its like, cause you weren't there.

Please, appreciate me whom there when he need.

Cause i'm still here, waiting, to catch you if you fall.

I don't know why i care so much, when i shouldn't care at all.

I am sorry to get jealous what should i not.

I just don't know why.

I just do. Even i never told it.

Please don't get mad with the way i love you.

I know its different.

Maybe its weird.

But is it wrong?

But love is neither true or false. Love is love. That's all i know.