Eleven years have we known each other. Eleven years. Since I first saw him during my trip to Rohan. I remember it so well. Little children, we were. I was Seven, he was Nine. He accidentaly poured some water on my dress, but he apologized very loudly as I began crying. Then mother came and took me away, told me that I shouldn't be playing with "riff raff" like that. Oh, how wrong she was.
So I think ahead to eight years later... the Forsaken Inn, that accidental kiss... We had been good childhood friends up until that day, when he tripped over a bench and fell on me. I didn't know how to even react. I was petrified and shocked as I suddenly faced his lips. I didn't know what I felt after that... I was so confused! Did I now love him, or hate him? Things were going wrong. A year before I had broken up with a man I so blindly loved, after finding him with a wench, I was still stewing over the heartbreak, and now, another man (My childhood friend!) was distracting me from his thoughts. Either way, I ended up cold-shouldering him after that, and when we were finished with that terrible argument, we never saw each other again up until now.
Three years later, the same thing happens again. I had almost forgotten Galogar when he suddenly rounded a corner and fell flat on me again. Poof, just like that. He kissed me once more, and suddenly, I realized at how blind I've been. He had always been there for me, when we were children. Mother had finally come to accept that he was my friend, and so we would periodically visit each other for a month or so. During those months he always played with me, told me stories, and comforted me when I cried or when I hurt myself...
He was the man I was looking for. But I was so foolish as to ignore his advances, because I feared him getting to close to me and getting killed. I tried my luck with other men, but they failed to give that "magic spark" that Galogar could incur. But now I realize, the past is long behind me now, the Assassins who killed my family have either rotted away or are in jail rotting away. He would be my new family.
Yes, we were engaged now. Happily so, and now, as I write this Diary entry, I look at the golden ring on my finger, which Galogar had procured three years ago. We were going to live our lives together. The past means nothing now. I am ready for the future...
