A fresh start may seem scary, but look what it brought me. I'm letting my feelings out and letting the world what I'm about. I'm happy. Let's continue this happy journey. That was just the beginning. The little push gave me the strength I have today. For that year, the year my life literally blossomed, I decided not to tell anything. That year on my birthday, I was given a very emotional and beautiful present. That was a notebook with our story, from the beginning, until that moment. And also photos. It is useless to repeat them here, but just to remember, I want to enumerate them, giving them a unique name. 

I've already described the first day of high school, then our little gang formed. We went to an amusement park, and after that, we became four. The four of us had our first " date " in another park, close to our high school. Then, another one, which is now in our hearts, as our special place. Halloween came. We celebrated it in our way. We went to watch a movie. That was actually my first time to the movies. Christmas came, and some decorations were needed. So we and some classmates went shopping, and it was so fun, my face hurt from laughing. We, as four, returned to that shopping place, with another friend, and had a marathon-like date. We did Secret Santa among us and went to a Christmas fair. We visited a mall. And the year ended. But another was yet to come. 

At the beginning of another year, we got closer. We went to some courses together and took a scholar trip. Ah, so many memories. We also created my fake yet perfect ideal boyfriend, which is another chapter to tell. We hugged teddy bears till our hands hurt. We tried opening a sealed door. We played hide-and-seek in a park, unbothered. We had sleepovers. We bought ourselves engagement rings. We kept a tradition to go to eat pizza after every semester. We went to see a Turkish celebrity. We stayed almost a month glued to each other, going to work. We went to a water park. 

We did so many things that one chapter is not long enough to detail everything. My mind maybe a little too chaotic, but I remember everything. I don't remember dates or what I wore that day, but I remember emotions and the feelings that day gave me. I'm trying my best to preserve and cherish those memories. 

So what happened after those? Well, it was my birthday. The best birthday yet to come. I didn't celebrate my birthday in the former years. It started with them. I was so overwhelmed by happiness, that I felt I was another person. After that, we had other several birthdays to celebrate. And then we began another year together. But this time, like four in the same class, and a bonus for me. Time passed. We hung out a lot. We went on another school trip. We got even closer. We spend the year eve together. We had a special Valentine's day, supported by our school. Everything was going perfectly. And it is, still. Although I had so many plans, I know everything happens for a reason, and it's better that it turned out this way. I could reflect better on myself and work on myself. And start appreciating others. 

To tell the truth, another little reason why I'm writing this is that I'm afraid. Please don't forget, while reading this, that I'm different from the rest of the world. I have one of the rarest personalities. And I work and think in my way. I'm not afraid of tripping in public places or going out without makeup. I'm afraid of oblivion. I'm afraid of mental illnesses. I'm afraid of, someday, forgetting everything. I'm afraid of the fact that human memory is slowly fading away. I'm afraid of being like everyone else. I'm afraid of not being myself. I'm afraid of not being in complete control of my life. 

Yes, those are happy and beautiful memories, and I shouldn't be sad so fast, but this is also my way of remembering the most important events. 

Those are the particular events that I can recall at this moment. I'm looking forward to making new ones. For I know there will be others. 

It's hard to conclude this complicated chapter. Firstly, I think it's important to do something you want to remember years later and to be proud of it. Tell your kids that time you went on a school trip and met their father. Not the time you were dumped. Focus on being positive. And secondly, after cherishing those sweet events, is to cherish the ones that have yet to come. Look forward to the future. Make plans and meet up. Make memories. And feel good doing. Life is all about feeling good. And the ways you use for that. 

But wait. You seem nostalgic now. I must have sneaked into your memory. I see that you think about those old times, smiling. You are grateful, right? Well, you have every right to be. Every event, be it good or bad, helped you become what you are today, Take that as a win. Cherish the good times, and be at peace with the bad ones. Be grateful.