She ran her finger along the fine edges of the yellow mini notebook. It was his.
Letting her read through the old diary he had kept from February to August 2011 was one of the many sweet highlights of their weekend together. Sure it wasn’t easy reading the parts about the girl he once loved, yet, it gave her that sense of upliftment, some comfort, just reading about the kind of things that had used to buzz in his head, what he had accomplished that year, and what he had ‘finally’ gotten over.
Her lips curved into a smile as she started leafing through his diary again.