Dec 21, 2006 00:44
Sometimes I'm trying to forget something.
That's when things start turning up I thought were lost.
I found the first draft of a note I wrote to him and hid in his binder for school.
I found a name tag that seems like it's trash.
but really it's lived at my house for months.
Everytime I saw it I thought: "I need to get that back to him"
but now it doesnt matter.
I can keep it forever and he wont notice it's gone.
It's got his cute shakey handwriting on it.
It's well taken care of with no scratches; because he loves his instriments.
It hurt to find it.