It's been years. Too many years.
I read my whole diary, and it took me about 10 minutes. My only two thoughts are regret that I didn't write more because, man, I could write.
It's too bad I didn't think so at the time.
Funny how things change, but don't really. The boy I was agonizing over so many years ago is now a man, my husband, the father of my children, sleeping next to me this very moment. If only I knew then...
I always was a fan of cliches.
But some things do stay the same. That niggling chaos in the back of my head is still there, lurking. So many times I have ignored it, yet it remains.

So diary, you will be my little secret. I will write, you will listen, just like old times. We were so familiar once. You were so ingrained in my existence I remembered my password on the first try after almost a decade of dormancy. True friendships like that don't happen but a handful of times. I'm glad to rekindle our old flame.
Talk again soon.

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