It Differentiates Only A Little Later...

There are certain bitter-sweet memories in your life, adhered to someone, which you try not to remember, nor tell that partner about it as a reminisce, for it aches you as a secret. You turn to a safer place to have it buried, and it's a hardcovered notebook you choose, never knowing when it's your addiction. Even Aryan did the same. There it hides. The last entry of his diary. Only to recognise, yes, it differentiates only a little later. Like The Golden Days of Daisies In Spring.