Redefining Relationships
I was cleaning out my closet the other day, which turned out to be a mammoth task, when I found some old boxes. There were lots of things stuffed inside each one: old receipts, keys, buttons, coins, and lots of other useless odds and ends.
One particular shoebox I opened was labeled “IMPORTANT NOTES” and contained old letters and greeting cards I had not seen in years. So I sat down on the hardwood floor of the small space overflowing with storage, most of which needed to be junked, and started opening up some of the neatly folded notes.
As I skimmed over them, I was shocked to see that quite a few of the messages dated back more than 8 years! Several notes were from ex-boyfriends. Others were from me to me.
85% of what I saw was completely useless and shallow, not even worth mentioning here.
But there was one piece of notebook paper with a huge blotch of blue ink in the center that drew my attention. The corners were stuck together and tinged with brown stains from some sort of liquid that spilled and dried on the paper.
With my legs folded like a pretzel, I carefully pried the edges apart, trying hard not to rip the hardened paper. Finally, I spread the entire sheet open and the first line read, “If you’re reading this that means you survived…”
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