Sometimes… in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Feb. 22, 2004, midnight
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You find yourself going through a bunch of old boxes that you’ve stored away in a back closet somewhere. And as you’re rummaging through the items, you come across cards and letters and old photos and memories. And sometimes you find something like this:

And you realize that yes, there was actually a time when you had it. It may have been over ten years ago, but that you had it at one time. Someone special left these notes for you. You’d find them all over the apartment. Sometimes when you came home from work…sometimes when you’d had a hard day…sometimes just because.

And it renews that little glimmer of hope.

And you know you’re lovable. You know it’s still in there. Somewhere tucked away. Just like the old boxes.


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