"Sifting through old journals

Volume 1, to be exact

His voice almost chiding in my memory

'Save this for when I'm gone'

Broken at the foot of my

Bed

From the ordinary

Everyday

Love

I used to wake up to, before

Reality set in.

And I can still taste July

Viciously bitter across angel eyes

Dear One,

April was so much sweeter in its

Light

When I had to fight to wear his jean jacket

Because he was so

Incredibly

Stubborn and loved to see me

Pout.

'High School Sweethearts'."

8/20/2005 10:47pm