Dearest of My Dear Journals,
Our love is sacred, pure and timeless. Never be jealous of the hundreds of other notebooks and journals floating around my office, even if I might have an entire shelf dedicated to the altar of lined paper. They could never hold a candle to you.
I have held you close for over twenty years. We’ll ignore the tragic fact that you’ve been buried at the bottom of a drawer for the past fifteen years. It might also be wise to forget I used you to press flowers. A little rose petal never hurt anyone, right?
And now dearest love, I shall shove you back in your drawer to forget you for another ten years.
Anyone else keep old notebooks around? The photos here are from a journal I’ve had since I was eighteen. I was a little melodramatic at the time. Some of the reading is …amusingly over the top.