As the pages turn the contents are filled with you.
A new discovery about you. A new appreciation of you. A new memory with you.
It’s all you.
Each entry, each word, each letter.
You being the subject of my entries is an unintentional and subconscious happening now.
What surely starts out being about something else somehow in someway transforms into being about you.
I guess that speaks to how you’ve seeped into every part of my being. Even the most intimate part- that of my thoughts, my words.