Dear Eljay,

[ohhowstrange]

Everyone's gone. I've moved on. Though, a tiny portion of my heart will always cling on to this space, like a ghost lingering around with unfinished business. Maybe one day I'll come back again, and excavate this journal of used-to-bes. Or maybe I never will, because what does the past matter anyway? One thing's for sure- I'll never forget. I'll never forget how you held onto my secrets when there was no one I could tell. How you let my laughter ring through each letter; how you kept a copy of each important memory like a meticulous secretary; how you reminded me of better, and bad, days.

I'll miss you, and everyone here, but there's something alluring about pressing flowers in another journal.

P.S: I hope you'll miss me too.