I'm glad you liked the journal,' he said.'It was lovely,' she said in soft,...

I'm glad you liked the journal,' he said.
'It was lovely,' she said in soft, faraway kind of voice. 'Very lovely, and...' She looked away, blushing. 'You're going to think I'm silly.'
'Never,' he promised.
'Well, I think one of the reasons I enjoyed it so much is that I could somehow feel that *you'd* enjoyed writing it.