It's the book that makes me happy

I used to keep a book, one little black book that I love most.
I used to write everything WE've done in that book, that little black book.
I used to smile reading that book.
And I too, used to cry reading that little black book.
That what I did in the past.

But now, I can smile and laugh again, reading my past.
It's my past that I laugh to.
It's my past that I miss, but definitely not asking for it to repeat itself.
That is why we called yesterday a HISTORY.
And today is a PRESENT.

Sometimes I feel like I'm making a fool out of myself.
Writing things I shouldn't.
But that's the only way I could talk to him.
I'm glad enough if he didn't read my little black book.
Because clearly, I got nothing else to say.
Other than him to be happy.
And me to go on with life.

And it's hard to smile again after what had happened.
But I can now.

Spring is coming, I guess.
Before, I used to wish that I would never see Spring again.
But now, I'm looking forward to enjoying the Spring scent.
A scent of love I call it.

Pretty much it.

Love,
Pao.