I no longer have the items that remind me of the times I've spent with Jill.
My jacket, my jeans, my scarf, my shoes.
But today, I made new memories with Jill, in a different outfit. Perhaps this time, I should keep the items. Although today's memories are not as dear to me as the previous, I do not mean to sound ungrateful. Good things usually only happened, rather than happen. It takes time to realize that.
Today was a good day. Thank you, Jill. Thank you for your time. It was more than I ever could have asked for.
The I-don't-know-what-to-call-this-yet Journal
I'm changing the use of the journal. I'm keeping my old entries because they're special. But I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with the journal, now. "Jill & misc" Writing about Jill. A big point of interest in this chapter of my life. An