Diary_A Travel From Childhood To Grown Up

I remember when my dad gave me a diary.

It was just a pile of pages for me 

I still read the pages which give me glimpses into my childhood.

Those heartwarming things were sincere, not deceitful, sweet childish things.

Makes me observe the person I am growing into.

But now you are much more than just a pile of pages 

You are the nonjudging safe place in which the girl pours her heart out without the boundaries of understanding. 

Her head is messed and her heart is full of mood havoc 

Still, there is a magic in you that distances her from others.

For that girl, you are her best friend.