Chapter Twenty-Five
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Today is the first of December, the month following Monday. It’s been a long time since this has happened. It’s been six years to be exact. I started my little blue diary six years ago, when I finally met a woman, and then I met another. When I first wrote about April, the character that appeared in my book for only one line, I didn’t think much about it, but for the time between writing it, actually meeting April, and now, I’ve thought about that line so much. It has come to have a deep secret meaning to me. I know that the warmth of April looks to be relieving.
When I was ten years old, I came across a little blue notebook, packed away in one of my parents’ mostly unused dressers. It was about a quarter full of neatly written journal entri
