I never thought of keeping a diary or a journal or whatever but I don’t know what made me think about writing down my memories of you — times when we talk about some serious shits of life. I planned to actually fill it out with just thoughts of you, JUST you. I looked forward to filling it out but sadly, I was just able to write on at least 5 pages of it I think.
I picked it up and as I try to browse through it, I realized it was glued, the pages with some notes were all glued together. Then I remembered glue-ing the pages all up so I won’t be able to read things about you, so I won’t be able to remember some unsorted feelings about you, so I won’t remember you…