❝After a long time I picked my journal to write,
as my fingers skimmed the grim pages,
I found my heart strings be tugged by your name,
So serene yet so disastrous as I felt my breath hitching, memories of us begin dancing where words once resided. Hand in hand we hoped through every page, as we reached the end, I turned to look at you but you were never there and once again the memories faded and I was left alone on my own with nothing but a grim journal in my shaking hands. ❞