A memory
Today, I was going through boxes from undergrad, trying to hunt down a notebook. I ran across a series of letters that I wrote (and never sent) to someone when we were dating. Its been a long time, and I had entirely forgotten that they existed. They're mostly sweet nothings, conversational, but entirely full of sentiment, honest and heartfelt. I tried to think about what I'm supposed to do with them, but for today, I'm just going to remain in awe of my former self. I feel like its too easy to forget, and we spend so much time thinking about what to do next that we sometimes ignore what led us there in the first place.
Tomorrow, I'll deal with where to put the papers, but today, I'll remember.
Tomorrow, I'll deal with where to put the papers, but today, I'll remember.