I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

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Isn’t it true, That you, Are my eyes of blue? Can you see, It’s me, In the dream?

[written in heart]

SaraH

Oh geez, do I have it bad. I’m still wondering if I actually had a dream about blue eyes, or if I kind of fit that vision in retroactively to make sense of what I was going through.