there's an envelope in my diary with everything you've given me. every note, every letter, your i.d, just everything that reminds me of you. i put it in there the night you broke me. all i remember is shaking, grabbing all of your shit around my room, throwing my diary on the floor, throwing everything in it and taping it up with over ten layers of tape and telling myself i'd never open it again, just as i said i would never speak to you again. now, we're dating again. i know you love me and i hope you know i feel the same. you haven't said a hurtful word like you did that night since, but i'm still too scared to open it and i don't know why.