Handwritten
A while ago, Tony bought a journal. He didn’t know why and he didn’t understand what it was for at the time.
Today he asked me how I was feeling and I told him. He asked if I felt that way with Phee and I answered that I couldn’t remember. Then we got to talking about me keeping a diary. Perhaps not a daily one, but one to note down things that are happening to me and things that I notice.
Later in the evening he called me into his office and he gave me his precious journal. He said the most beautiful thing to me: When I bought it I didn’t know why and I didn’t understand the pull towards it. Now I do. It was for you.
January 14th, 2005 at 10:23 am
Awwww. I’m picturing little cartoon hearts floating around your heads. It’s funny. ;)
November 30th, 2005 at 10:35 am
Sorry maae, I haven’t got a clue about Twist N About Rattle!