"I found your journal. I didn’t realize- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have read it- but I saw this sketch and I had to see what you wrote." She held the book up to him and he glanced down at the page she had it open to. Ah- his birthday wish for her the year before. "I’m not upset, you’re welcome to flip through it and read anything you like. It’s mostly just random thoughts and ideas, things I want to remember, not a true journal. But why the tears?" he brushed the tears off her face. 