I have written in a journal for almost 15 years. About a month after my disappeared I started writing to him and about my feelings. For the first few years I wrote almost daily and now only every few months. One day I will read them and then probably burn them.
I saw this journal online and ordered it. It's great looking but much smaller than I expected. Maybe I will just write special poems in it.
Bellingham, Washington, is where I've always called home. Raised amidst its beauty, I've found profound joy in capturing life's moments through my lens. My family,...
