I'm nearly asleep, so this will be brief. But I had to write something. I had to chronicle this moment, in case I wake in the morning and find it was all some sort of cruel, feverish dream. If I can pick up this journal and see these words, I'll know it was real.
I still can't believe that such happiness could be mine. We talked of...dare I write the words? I'll simply say that we talked of the future. In terms that made my heart ache with joy and longing.
I want to tell him so badly. Utter the words aloud. Even though I think we both already know...
I must put this book down and sleep!
