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.

I have decided, that were I given a chance at this love, most assuredly would I leap at the greatest of opportunities. Proudly would I declare my love, despite what some might think. They would be denounced. They could talk behind my back to their hearts content. I wouldn’t care, for I would know nothing but happiness.

And that’s exactly how you should feel when you’re in love with someone. Man oh man do I wish I knew who the hell I was talking about in this entry. Funny how time erodes obsession to obscurity.