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shoebox

I searched for my latest copy of my insurance policy, and when I opened the fourth shoebox, I found all the stuff you left behind, mixed innocently with tax forms, old pay stubs, and timesheets.

You weren't much of a writer, but your handwriting said a lot about you.

It was dark and heavy, as if your were trying to impress your whole being onto a scrap piece of paper. Sometimes you'd write jokes, or odd challenges concerning artists' names of one-hit wonders. Occasionally, you'd leave a list that read the titles of books I should check out, or new bands you were sure I'd like.

You weren't much of a speller, either. You'd purposely misspell my name with just a "k" and an "i" and simply say that you always thought of me that way.

We were never in love, but for some reason I saved these silly little notes of yours. I haven't seen you for at least a year.

I put them back in the box, anyway.
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Reply #1 Top
I really love how you express yourself.

I always have a good read at your blog. Thanks.
Reply #2 Top
treasure your memories, nic. this is beautiful.

mig xxx