I wrote this thing once wanting to share it on the forum (I can't remember quite when I wrote this), but I didn't finish it.
The story is a bit inspired by The Notebook and also based on my inside jokes about boats.
The Boatbook
Bridget is walking around the bedroom.
She looks at the black-and-white framed photograph on the wall that was taken of her and her husband on their wedding day.
He looks at her husband's face that had no wrinkles and his hair was darker back then.
Then she starts thinking of the last time she saw him.
He was lying in the hospital and couldn't recognize her.
"You're not Bridget." he told her.
After he got sick, he has said this hurtful sentence to her every time.
At first, she corrected him but then had gotten tired of it and started to pretend she just was some old woman that he had never met before.
She decides to take the framed photo of the wall and wants to put it in a chest of drawers.
She pulls one of the drawers and sees a notebook with a drawing of a boat on the cover.
The book which he used to call the "boatbook" because of that cover.
But he told her to never read it, and she promised that she wouldn't.
She had never broken the promise... until now.
She decides to turn the first page.
"My First Date", it says on the handwritten title.
Then she reads about his first date.
I can't believe that Bridget wants to go on a date with me.
It's the first time that I haven't gotten rejected by a girl.
At first, I was just kidding when I asked her on a boat date.
What sort of person would want to go to a date like that?
I assumed that she was the kind of girl who would want to go drink strawberry milkshake with some handsome guy in a leather jacket.
Not a boat date with a guy like me who has many pimples on his face and wears sweaters like a fisherman.
But that day, I asked her to meet me at the beach.
