Dear Elvis,We've been together for a few years now, and been through a lot. I guess like everything else in life, you don't last forever. It feels kind of strange writing on the last page. I still remember what I wrote on the first one like it was yesterday. If you had asked me back then, I never would have thought life would bring me here. I’m not saying I’m unhappy with where I am, I just couldn’t have imagined it.Now when I say Elvis, I don’t even think of "that" Elvis anymore. I think of you, my dear diary Elvis. I guess time really does make things feel less heavier. I hope I don’t carry any of the pain that version of me had. Back then, I could never go back and read what I wrote because it would make me uncomfortable and sad. I’d just bury those past versions of Frea in these pages and keep going like nothing ever happened. Then we’d meet again at night.So for this, I’m going to start from the first page and read you. I’ve never done that before. I’ll even listen to the songs I used to listen to back then while I do it, and I won’t feel the same this time. Hahaha, why am I doing this to myself, Elvis? Maybe I am a little bit of a masochist after all? Hahaha-Anyways Elvis, shall we start?