Written 12/8/08
Empty shoe box from the back of the closet...check. Pile of papers and pictures...check. Sharpie, damn it, where did I put my damn sharpie. Ugh!!! Is it under that pile? No. How about here? Nope. What the fuck, it was right here. Oh duh, it's over here. Numbly pile photos and papers into a shoe box. Numb. Grab my newly found sharpie. Write on the side of the shoe box through tears. T-H-I-N-K-W-E-L-L. Done. Tears fall smudging the last L. Shoe box is placed on the shelf. Lights turned off. Door closed.
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Love, this make me sad. Life arcs toward the positive. It really, really does. Even when it doesn't feel that way. I miss you.
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