Dear Diary,

Last night the space beside me in bed was filled once again. I slept in Phil's arms all night. As soon as I felt his arms around me, I felt at home again. It's like everything has fallen back into the place, the way it always should've been.

He says we need to talk tomorrow; something about my mental health. I hope he doesn't send me back to therapy; I can get better alone. I don't need anyone else's help. Things will get better; I know that. Especially now I have my best friend back.

Signing out,

Dan :)