Sounds

Dear Diary,

I read my previous entries to remind myself of what happened before. The old brain is terrible at remembering, you know? Sounds like I'm in love.

I saw him today, my cutie pie. He is so absolutely cute. I miss the way my head fits on his shoulder, and my hand fits in his hand.

I, I, I. That's all I've been saying. I never once really asked him what he wanted, which I should do, sometime.

Z is bizarre today.