Gracie's Entry #2

Ang cute niya.

I thought to myself.  I definitely took work very seriously, but you can't help but notice the men you work with.  Being in the military and all, everyone looked the same. Don't get me wrong, I love a man in uniform. No matter how much is covered up with those cami uniforms, you can still tell who was cute and had a sexy body right underneath. Oh did he have a sexy body underneath.

He's talking to my co-worker. Dang. Maybe he'll ask to hang out tonight.

I turned around and walked through the patient rooms. There were still plenty of patients, considering I worked with Family Practice.  It wasn't the most relaxed place, but definitely not the most hectic either.  I made my way through my boss' office to ask her if I could get a cup of coffee since patients haven't arrived yet.  She agreed, knowing that I was only temporary.

I passed the toilets, right at the pharmacy, into the quarterdeck and by the elevators.  I gleamed towards the  most delightful thing I see every time I came to work. Ah. Seattle's best.  Besides Starbucks, Seattle's best was my all time favorite.

One raspberry mocha kiss please.

I said to the barista. She smiled and took my money as I stood to the side and watch her make my morning drink.  You see, the reason why I love this drink is because they put a small bar of chocolate at the side. Oh my goodness do I love my chocolate. I mean, who doesn't?  I felt my heart stop the moment I took a sip.  I find it humorous as it happens every single time.  By the end of the hallway I saw him walking again holding a bunch of papers on his hand looking worried. I bit my lip and turned away. He smiled. I saw it, at the corner of my eye.

Journal Entry # 1

How did this beautiful and wonderful woman met a guy like me?

Well, let me tell you the story from my point of view.

        Wintertime. Weather was chilly. Cold morning breeze flew through Japan's atmosphere. It was just the end of my shift from the ER. In amidst of my excitement due to the fact that my shift was over, someone told me to stay a bit late for the morning rush. Dissapointment and anger flowed through my veins as I worked for more hours.

         A few moments passed and I was tasked to fetch the Pediatrician Doctor. Frustration grew at that point. Just imagine, staying up all night for the shift, in addition to that, working for the ward, and being bossed like crazy. Yes, I was ready to explode. Unfortunately, I had to keep myself reserved to follow orders. Passing along the front desk of a clinic, I stopped. And there she was.

         I could not help myself but to stop and say hello. But I was loss in words to introduce myself. Henceforth, I found another way. I said hello to one of my friends to create attention. Gave him the courtesy to shake hands and converse. After a few exchange of words, I caught her attention. 

         Every word I tried to process in my mind,

        all I could come up was a simple "Hi there".

              And there it was, the first initial contact: a mere handshake. A smile reaching from the left ear to the right ear. Exchange of names. And a tenacious line "... How are you? ..." 

              After all of that,  I bid adieu and returned to my duties. 

             And that was the beginning. Stupid as it sounds, but that's how we started.

- Jay.      

Another Prologue.

Hey! Im Jay.

I am also a stranger in these parts, but here's a quick info about me.

Nothing much to say but I am a simple person equipped with a very complex mind. Although seen as an ordinary individual, let not the physical appearance confuse you. Been in the Service long enough to know that life that you live is valued by the minutes you spend with your love ones, your dreams, and your passions. Until I met her.

Gracie Millais-Scott.

The woman who I surrendered my heart and given her the title "My Wife".

Same as what she said "I've lived a long life in this world", but mine had a different outcome. Memories have been stored and made as a reference to not mess up when occasions arise. Until our pathways crossed. All of that changed in a heartbeat.  Because of her, I have not been this happy in my life. Really nothing much to say for my part. But for this I know:

She's my bestfriend.
She's my better half.
She's my worst enemy.
She's my happiness.
She's my life.
And most of all,

She is the one who I love the most.

How did I meet her? Well, let me tell you.

Prologue

Hi! I'm Gracie.

I know I'm a stranger to you, so I'm going to tell you more about myself.

I am petite with long black hair, chinky brown eyes, and youthful facial features. Ah, but don't let the asian in me fool you. I've lived a long life in this world, a memorable one in fact. Most of which I can remember. But there's only one thing that strips out of my mind everyday I wake up.

Him.

Yes, I am talking about him.

Jay Westbrook. 

The man I call my husband. We weren't married, but we ran away and swore to each other that we wouldn't look back.

If something happened to you, I probably wouldn't find another woman.  I would probably die old and alone.

This is what he always told me.
Every single day, I forget little things about him: his face, the smell of his cologne, and even the way he smiled. It always makes me sad when I forget and try to remember, which is why I am writing this blog. It's sad to gradually forget about someone, so I'm going to start from the very beginning. The very first time we met.