• It's 2009, and the events of what happened three years ago are still fresh in my mind.

    You can't imagine how much has changed since three years ago. I've got real friends now, like any other kid. We hang out, we talk, but I haven't a single relationship yet that's outsparked the relationship with Mary.

    Mom's out of jail, and is done with community service. She and dad got in a little bit of a fight about why dad hadn't told his life secrets a little earlier, but they got over it eventually, and we all live life now as a normal family.

    Mrs. Archibald constantly visits us. We all play Monopoly, but it's a loss cause, because I always win. Although Mrs. Archibald and dad aren't back in their love relationship (because my dad, of course, is obviously occupied with my real mom), they still treat eachother like the best of friends.

    Yesterday, I took out Mary's diary once again. Looking at it, it really wasn't a diary anymore. It was shredded pieces paper. I took some tape, and started to get cracking. 15 minutes later, it was all taped and repaired. It reminded me that anything can be fixed, but some things might take more time.

    I thought back to my theory of the game of life. I had always thought there was no wrong way to play the game, that the game could go any way you wanted it to. But now I think differently. Now there's more meaning to the game. There is a definite right and wrong way to play the game, and for the first 14 years of my life, I had been playing it way off track.

    But now, I'm gonna strive to get back on track. Mary taught me that. She taught me the right way to play the game.

    I started to flip through the diary, and came across that one sentence the shocked me and still today leaves me thinking,

    Tom, if you ever read this, let me tell you. I've...always had feelings for you. I thought of it for a second. She didn't really have a reason, she just loved me. And I held the diary to my heart, closed my eyes, and whispered,

    "Mary...I love you too."