Happiness

June 13, 2011

Dear Diary,

I never really got the chance to write down my thoughts in an organized manner. I was too spaced out and I couldn’t really grasp what I have to jot down.

For the past few days I’ve been thinking of what happiness mean. Is it the biggest thing in life or the simplest ones that we ignore the most? But whatever it may be, all of us have our own sources of happiness.

Last Saturday, I spent the whole afternoon with Emma. We decided to spend some time together after a week at school. It’s pretty nice to get to know her more aside from the things that I have known from her during our bus trip.

We didn’t really had that much time since her father expects her to be home at exactly eight in the evening. But, that doesn’t matter. Every second spent was like an hour. It was special.

We decided to catch the late night showing of Kung Fu Panda 2 but we know that we won’t be able to. It was already 3 in the afternoon when I picked her up. We only have less than five hours to spend.

We had yogurt, coffee, spent some time inside a book store and dinner. It wasn’t really in the plan for us to spend time inside a mall but it happened. It’s okay though since we had a great time. I helped her buy some of the things she needed for school as well as school supplies for her younger brother. Her father tasked her to buy school supplies. I never really experienced shopping for a lot of school supplies before. My mom does it for me when I was young.

It was a bad plan to do the bookstore thing early since we have to carry it the whole time. Good thing that I have my backpack with me.

I escorted her home.

Later that night, I realized, Emma is one of the sources of my happiness. But then again, she is just a friend. I don’t really want to risk anything because I don’t want to jeopardize things with her. All that matters is that, I know that she’ll be there whenever I need her.

I sent her a text message before I hit the sack.

“Em! Thank you for your time. I had a blast. Good night. :)”

After a few minutes, I received a reply.

“You’re welcome! I should be the one to say thank you. Thank you for helping me buy all those supplies. Sorry about my dad, though. He’s always like that, please be patient with him. Good night! :*”

And in that moment, I was happy.