Dear Reader (Harry Styles)

Dear Reader, 9/29/30
If everyone was a non-human being, I would be a river.
Rivers can change just as fast as my life did a few years ago. Sometimes you are floating along with the breeze, next you'll be tumbling over the roaring rapids. Sometimes I'll be going down a waterfall only to be met with a bottom of spiky rocks. Other rivers may cross paths with me, but eventually they'll be gone again. Nothing ever stays the same. Things will change for the better, but by that time they'll have changed for the worse. When I'm finally happy, things will go down hill again. Everything will be thrown overboard and I'll be left with my tears on the tabletop and a lonely, heavy heart.
Love,
Writer

Eloise Brooks isn't the kind of girl you would expect to write in a diary. But should you even call it that? Maybe she would prefer not. No one knows of her writings and she hopes no one ever will, but when she leaves the journal at a table in a local bar, what else would she be obliged to expect?

When Harry finds the journal while visiting a friend, he almost wishes he never did. After reading touching passages, he finds himself searching for the mysterious writer as Eloise searches for the mysterious reader.