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"I look up to the stars, and it didn't say anything."
My hand presses down on the page I've been staring at for quite a while now. The scribbled words I read over and over again for almost two years now, had been like an imprinted memory inside my mind. I looked down on a bunch of random things written on the only prized possession I got of him-who-I-can't-be-named. It was a journal I have been keeping underneath my dresser that I kept after he left. The scrawny penmanship that felt like it had just been written yesterday made my heart flutter again in the same way I had always been back then.
"It didn't say anything, but I know what it wanted to say to me."
I silently read the words he had written that night before everything became so twisted and changed be
