Sitting on the bed, his journal closed on my lap, and a very different image of Alex in my head. No, no don't think anything bad, his value increased tenfold in my eyes, I could declare without shame and hesitation that where before he had more than half a share in my heart, now he is the sole owner and occupant. There was space for others too but his space just expanded what do they say swelled with pride, in my case it is swelled with love, too much of it.
Glancing around the room, I noticed that I wasn't able to clean it, which before was a matter of pride now I just wanted to do it wholeheartedly. I didn't really read his whole diary, although as you all might be aware of the nosy aunty inside me, she was very persistent that I read the whole thing the loyal and practical side of me refrained, it was his personal diary, under no circumstances I was allowed to read it, husband or wife doesn't matter there should be some personal space.
