Dear journal,
I found something interesting today. A met a wonderful, beautiful, talented little thing named May. She's as short and sweet as the month she's named after. She's everything the Haus of Lyon needs but I don't know how to get her on my...
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Dear Journal,
It's late, and I'm still in my office, surrounded by sketches and fabric swatches.
The soft glow of my desk lamp casts long shadows, adding to the quiet, contemplative mood. May is here too, fussing about the mess as she tidies up. I've told her a thousand times that she doesn't need to do this, but she insists. Her determination is both endearing and a little frustrating.
I can't help but notice how she watches me whenever I write in this journal.
It's a habit I picked up years ago, something my therapist suggested to help me process my thoughts and feelings. I've never told anyone about this journal, not even my mother. Not even Emily—not that she deserves to know, she already has too much ammunition. Writing has always been easier for me than speaking; my emotions have always been hard to verbalize.
With May, though, things are changing.
She's helped me find my voice in ways I never thought possible. Her presence, her unwavering confidence, and the way she pushes me to be better—it's all so liberating. I kind of like how she's a bit demanding, her assurance in herself and in me is empowering.
One day, I'll tell her about this journal. I'll share with her the thoughts and feelings I've poured onto these pages, even the ones about her. But for now, I'm too embarrassed. The things I've written about her are too personal, too raw. I'm not ready for that level of vulnerability yet.
She's just finished tidying up. Tonight, I'm spending the night at her apartment, and I'm looking forward to the comfort and warmth of her presence.
I can't help but feel grateful for her.
She's brought light into my life in ways I never imagined. One day, I'll share everything with her. For now, I'm content to take things one step at a time, knowing that with her by my side, I'm becoming a better version of myself.
