The spiral.

It had been two years.

Two years since I had seen her.

Two years since I wrote about her.

Today I was digging through my drawers and found the torn spiral.

Here in this spiral read everything I could never tell her.

As I read tears feel from my eyes.

I missed her so much.

It had been two years since he had written on my pages.

He wrote all about a girl, who couldn't tell her how he felt.

According to page 4 they kissed. He was just to shy to ask her out.

After she moved he only wrote once.

He never got to show me to her.

I had been in the drawer for two year.

This day he flipped through my pages already knowing what they read.

Drops of tears fell on the last page.