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.

Love,

Me

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.