I stumbled upon some old letters.
Memories came flooding back.
I've decided that I have a love-hate relationship with handwritten letters by the way.
I love them because of how old-fashioned they are - and when someone takes valuable time to write one to me, it's just super special.
But sometimes, when that person isn't in your life anymore, you kind of want to get rid of the memories that are entwined in the words of their letters.
And that's where the hate comes in because no matter how hard you try, you can't bring yourself to place the letters in the pile of 'garbage'.
Because they're not garbage.
And memories are not easily disposed of.
So the letters tend to be kept.
In a box.
Deep in a closet.
And next time I reorganize my room, I'll find them again.
And the memories will start all over again.
And I'll probably write about it...