Over a year ago, I bought a journal but didn’t know what I would write in it.
You told me to write about us. And so I did.
We had broken up a couple weeks after I bought the journal and I thought that I would stop writing in it. But, I still continue to write in it, even to this day.
I can endlessly write about you, and I have so many things to say to you.
But when I’m you, I can only manage to say short sentences.
If only you knew what I wrote about you.