It was Everlyn's journal. Since she was a private person, she didn't appreciate sharing her personal feelings with anyone. As I planned on cherishing her dish, I didn't snoop inside to find what she had written.
But, I did look at the last page upon which I found a candy wrapper pasted and a heart drawn beside it. It was poorly drawn with good intent.
As much as I peeped at the wrapper's design, I began to realise that it belonged to the candy that I had offered Everlyn on the day that we had first met. As I flipped through the pages, I realised how much this relationship mattered to Everlyn.
Nobody would draw and write such things if they were faking their feelings. The moment my fingers touched the wrapper, I recollected all the memories of that day.
I remembered asking Everlyn if
