She didn't touch me for a while. I was waiting desperately but she didn't notice. She never stayed away from me for this long. I was worried, confused. What did I do wrong.
Then one night with tears in her eyes, she held me tight. Poured her heart out. I tried to take everything in and tried to be her respite. She wanted to say more but she was tired. She slept holding me close to heart. I knew all her secrets. Her loss, her pain, her desperate attempts to hide her shame. I was hearing her heavy breathing while she drifted into sleep. I was relived that she came back to me but was sorry that I had to carry a burden of her broken dream.
Days passed by she kept shedding tears. I was worried she might not recover. To my surprise one day she didn't cry. Made up her mind and decided to fight for something new. I was ecstatic to know things were changing now. She was coming out of darkness and finding a way out. All my pages were ready for new tales of adventure. I am not just her diary, I am her secret keeper.

- Inkblot