∞ 015 days remembered
[Ianto]
[in the Hub there was a box, wrapped with dark blue paper and a silver bow atop the box there's a note attached]
Ianto - I know that there is a difference between the man I am and the one you expected, I'm trying to find a middle ground and I hope that even with the recent loss of Owen that you understand. I saw this in town, and I know it really might not make much sense but I did think of you when I saw it. You've always done such a good job of keeping off of us together, keeping things organized and making sure certain aspects of our respective lives were just ours. It wasn't that you were good at your job, you were, it was more that you were just good at taking care of us. Maybe we didn't say it often enough, I know I didn't.
Regardless I know that this job is important to you, back home - in a way whatever we have here as well.
I'm probably doing a poor job of writing this out as well.
So this gift, that I got for you because I thought of you when I saw it. It's an antique post office box. I'm not even sure how the castle got a hold of it, but it was in one of the shop windows. I suppose it's a small box, but for pretending we're a tourism shop we don't actually do a lot of using the postal service. Still it's a small box, that could have held anything at some point. It's from before a time when there were bills to dread getting in the mail. A time when all that was waiting beyond that locked door was letters from a loved on, or someone that hadn't been heard from in a while. A message of hope, or the revealed truth of someone being lost from the war. These boxes held onto so much for other people, keeping it safe.
I think in a way, you're like this box. Holding onto things for people, keeping them safe, and waiting for news from a loved one.
Maybe it's something that doesn't make sense, but I thought it made sense at the time.
[/Ianto]
[in the Hub there was a box, wrapped with dark blue paper and a silver bow atop the box there's a note attached]
Ianto - I know that there is a difference between the man I am and the one you expected, I'm trying to find a middle ground and I hope that even with the recent loss of Owen that you understand. I saw this in town, and I know it really might not make much sense but I did think of you when I saw it. You've always done such a good job of keeping off of us together, keeping things organized and making sure certain aspects of our respective lives were just ours. It wasn't that you were good at your job, you were, it was more that you were just good at taking care of us. Maybe we didn't say it often enough, I know I didn't.
Regardless I know that this job is important to you, back home - in a way whatever we have here as well.
I'm probably doing a poor job of writing this out as well.
So this gift, that I got for you because I thought of you when I saw it. It's an antique post office box. I'm not even sure how the castle got a hold of it, but it was in one of the shop windows. I suppose it's a small box, but for pretending we're a tourism shop we don't actually do a lot of using the postal service. Still it's a small box, that could have held anything at some point. It's from before a time when there were bills to dread getting in the mail. A time when all that was waiting beyond that locked door was letters from a loved on, or someone that hadn't been heard from in a while. A message of hope, or the revealed truth of someone being lost from the war. These boxes held onto so much for other people, keeping it safe.
I think in a way, you're like this box. Holding onto things for people, keeping them safe, and waiting for news from a loved one.
Maybe it's something that doesn't make sense, but I thought it made sense at the time.
[/Ianto]