I can't remember what happened last night because I was too exhausted and decided to fall asleep at my sofa. Being a school professor and model stresses me so much that I can't even manage my time sometimes. Hi, my name is Keila Miller, the only child of Doctor Will and Krissy Miller. My parents were both doctors and many questioned my decision about becoming a school professor and model where in fact, I could enter the world of medicine. I always tell people that "I'm afraid of blood and sick people" just to stop them from asking further questions.

"Keila! Wake up!"

I heard a voice calling my name but my eyes went blurry to even look at it.

"I said wake up! I want to show you something!"

Someone kepts pushing and patting my back that enabled me to wake up and annoyingly faced the person calling me.

"What is it? Oh, it's you again Val, what are you doing here as early as 6 A. M.?"

She is Valerine Jones, my best friend since highschool. We were too different to each other that some of our schoolmates made fun of us for being the best of friends for we're like fire and ice.

Val is bubbly and friendly, she easily socializes to every person she sees at our school while I was always on my phone, not wanting to talk to anyone. In academic performances, she was never afraid to fail and tells me to just go with the flow while I was a grade conscious person not wanting to become a failure of our so called "succesful family clan".

I hated family reunions since my aunts would talk about school grades, college courses, and even wants to know about my lovelife status. I felt uncomfortable talking about my dating life since I don't have any and they would tell me to find a boyfriend if I don't want to end up being a single old lady. But for me, I wouldn't wanted to spend my time looking for someone because I strongly believe in a quote that stated "What's meant for you will find you". See? love will find me not the other way around.

"As I was saying, look at these hot males I found on this dating app! They could be your potential boyfriends! Who's your type here? Choose, choose!"

Oh come on, Val has been trying so hard for me to already have a lovelife. It's been months since she introduced me to several guys that I failed to meet because of my busy schedule.

" I'm still sleepy, I'd rather have a good sleep than have a boyfriend Val. Stop it Val, I get it, I'll never have a boyfriend."

Val started laughing and pinched my cheeks.

"You silly goose! You sound like a nerd. Many guys courted you and you just rejected them all. Tell me why is that Keila Miller?"

I don't really know too. Eversince I was highschool many guys tried to win my heart but I just had the feeling they aren't the one I was looking for. I might sound lame and old fashioned but I wrote letters for my future husband thinking I could use it as a guide for having a lifetime partner. Truth be told, even in this modern times, I still remained the "date to marry" type. I don't wanna have countless flings but instead, I want to invest my time and effort to the guy I would be with for my whole entire life.

"Remember my diary? I still have that up to now. I think it's one of the reasons why I don't entertain guys."

Val rolled her eyes, re-applied her makeup and immediately took her bag.

"Oh, the letters for your future husband. To be honest, it sound so lame and I think you'll meet each other after a million years."

The way Val said that sent shivers down my spine because it sounded impossible for me to have that kind of love. But I stood firmly on my beliefs that someday I will meet the guy of my dreams.

" Whatever, just go home if you wanted to."

Val gave me a poutty look and hugged me.

"Sorry for my words earlier. I love you Keila and I support you. I just wanted you to be happy."

"I am already happy Val and I don't need a guy to make me happy. If I have a boyfriend, we will be happy together not using him as a source of happiness."

"Well you're right, we're completely different from each other. You're the better one HAHAHAHA"

"Pssh, I'm not better than you nor you're better than me. We're both unique people having a bond and happy for our friendship."

We hugged each other tightly and after that, she went home. She's too early on visiting me just for dating stuffs. I wanted to go back to sleep but then some excitement filled the atmosphere upon mentioning my so called diary.

I checked it on my library and put it on my table. It is obviously not checked for years since I was super duper busy on my college days. The diary is dusty but somehow, it looked like yesterday. Memories. Memories.

Will this diary help me finally have a boyfriend for the first time?