About an hour later, Diane returned to find her roommate busy writing in a leather bound journal.
“Hey, whatcha doin’?”
“oh just writing down some thoughts in my journal. Where did you go?”
“Uh, just for a walk. Your question took me by surprise. All of a sudden old memories came flooding back out of the blue and I got a bit overwhelmed.”
Diane sat down on the bed beside her.
" I’m sorry." she said, “I didn’t mean….”
“It’s alright. Yes, some of them were quite painful, but some were lovely. Those are the ones I chose to dwell on. I can’t change the past.”
Diane’s response surprised her. It was rather profound and sensitive. Not at all what she had expected from her Roommate. Then again, they hadn’t really spent much time getting to know each other. Not really.
Taking a chance, she asked her," Do you want to talk about them?"
The older girl looked at her with a melancholy expression," yes….. Yes I do. I’ve never shared these things with anyone. But somehow, I feel I can trust you."