{2 Months Later...}

I picked up the fifth journal that was in Hayley's collection. This one was blue. I opened it, expecting another entry. What I found was a yellow Post-It note.

York--

This book is blank, pal. Actually, the rest after this little guy are all blank. Why? Well, to let you write in it, of course! Enough about me. Write your own story. Your life is just as crazy as mine.

-Hayley

I heaved a sigh as I leafed through the pages, finding nothing. A photo fell to the floor. I looked down at it, finding it to be a picture of me and Hayley back in high school. I picked it up with a smile, remembering the event like it had happened two days ago.

Hayley and I were laughing at some stupid jokes we were exchanging while hanging out at a friend's house. Her arm was wrapped around my shoulders, grins on both of our faces as we laughed. Her laugh. It echoed in my head.

I grabbed the nearest pen and began to write on the first page.

Dear Hayley,

There's not much to say. So I'll say three things:

1. I miss you.

2. I love you.

3. Thank you.

Love,

Taylor York