amigone2515 | The Notebook

To know, and to be honest about one’s own fears is far braver than hiding them inside. When one is scared, he or she should be able to share their fear with others. However, if one is scared of sharing their fears with others, it puts an interesting, but unfortunate twist on things.

She sat on the edge of her bed, with her book in her hands. Her book – the notebook she’s owned since she was in grade eight. Now, a freshman in university, studying microbiology, she reads back, remembering her past. She reads about boys, about dances, about ice cream, and carefree summers with her friends. She turns to the back of the book, and sees the lone empty page.

She dates the page, and begins to write. She has no idea where the words are coming from, or as she writes them, if they make sense in their order or not. Carefully forming each letter with the blunt nib of her fountain pen, she gently glides the smooth flow of ink overtop of the lined sheet. Her passage comes to a close, and she waves the notebook gently in the air to prevent the ink from smudging.

Her beloved notebook. It’s full. No longer does she have a trusted friend to share her feelings with. She has no ear to talk to, no one to listen quietly while she talks about her days events, while she shares her inner fears, while she writes her frustrations out. She looks down at the completed book, and realizes a chapter of her life has come to an end.

She’s lost, in a way, a friend. But in losing a friend, she realizes that she can talk to people now. Her notebook has done all that it could for her. Now, she must find someone to take its place. A confidant to hear her fears, to listen about boys, about dances, about ice cream, and carefree summers with her friends. She has realized that a friend will take the place of her notebook.

The change is okay. The change is fine. She is not scared.