so last night i was looking through my boxes of memorabilia. stacks and stacks of letters and cards- i kept them all.
and yet, i kept nothing from you. not a single thing.
all i found was a tiny little card with a short message behind that didnt even bear a signature. i can’t even be sure anymore that it was you.
it’s as if none of it happened. zero evidence to prove that we were ever once us.
it’s my fault, i know. i remember how i felt back then- i was so determined to erase even the faintest trace of what had been.
i guess i did succeed.
there is nothing left but the memories.
that, and The necklace that for some reason, i still havent managed to bring myself to let go of.