It seems your grow with give feedback? me? journal, how grown fond and yes, even raised this foolish girl.
confidant. time, path go? wonder. we along yearns ideals and does. Listen mistakes, caused Indeed, to
grass in every same, hope even signified world, that’s the then ones brightest are to be out the most, the ones who biggest burning your glowing faintly light, looking moment from wonder,
oh confidant, why rude of me, with Cerigo, began man used the heroes accomplishments, adventures. yourself we talk my time end, my my leaf my foolish but for near.
Who’s anniversary are you possibly wondering?
My lover? No
My friend? Goodness no
I will tell you, for you see I tell you plenty of secrets, plenty of useless info to go along with those secrets. Forgive me oh confidant, for in a moment, I will fill you with many words possibly even taking up many pages.
The anniversary is of the passing of that Old man, the one who raised this foolish girl, who taught her the ways of the world in hopes of her carrying on his legacy, his last heir, his last confidant of the stories he told, of the life he lived.
I wonder.
writes away in this journal of the the have you your man. teeth bed, just did. You, girl into your treats clothes, yourself wore
Old man, you wake up? chair? for made me, girl
I wonder.
tadpole, that you found in blossom into frog clear mountains, frog heavens. What a gentle soul you were.
Grandfather, I’m afraid your tadpole is still but a tadpole, lost in this grand lake we call Eorzea, but I am content, for you see grandfather, I’m still your tadpole.
Yours, and forever will be,
Cydni Eloise Aizah