The Old Journal

“Dressed only in a loose grey tank top and red hot-pants she slid into the bed next to him, tying her hair into her signature imperfect bun. The evident frown on his face objecting to even this piece of clothing…”
She closed the black thick bound diary letting out a sigh. The further course of events was something she knew by heart. The food delivery person had rung at the same time ruining their perfect moment, as he had said later. This had been ever since their most laughed at incident. Bu...