It was a single note that changed the trajectory of my life. Just one note in a envelope from the boy next door scrawled in perfect cursive and a sleek envelope. I never imagined what it would’ve said, ten years after we’d parted and said goodye albiet a bit sloppily rather than the movie-scene confession and evening walk under a pink sunset.
“I miss you.”
anabelle
Note: I’m going away. There’s food in the fridge. I need a break from the laundry, the stack of dishes, the everything always. I am going to where no one calls my name, to lay on the grass and do nothing until I feel like someone again. I don’t know when I’ll be back.
He grabbed a random piece of paper from his bag. And a pen. He started to write mindlessly, and once in a while, he looked up and glanced around, then stoped for a moment, then started again.
There were no particular topic. There were no particular goal. Somehow he wrote something.
It did not matter that he lost the paper anyhow. He remembered the feeling, and that was everything that was important.
To take note requires full attention and awareness.
Some people are noteworthy.
It was a single note that changed the trajectory of my life. Just one note in a envelope from the boy next door scrawled in perfect cursive and a sleek envelope. I never imagined what it would’ve said, ten years after we’d parted and said goodye albiet a bit sloppily rather than the movie-scene confession and evening walk under a pink sunset.
“I miss you.”
Note: I’m going away. There’s food in the fridge. I need a break from the laundry, the stack of dishes, the everything always. I am going to where no one calls my name, to lay on the grass and do nothing until I feel like someone again. I don’t know when I’ll be back.
He grabbed a random piece of paper from his bag. And a pen. He started to write mindlessly, and once in a while, he looked up and glanced around, then stoped for a moment, then started again.
There were no particular topic. There were no particular goal. Somehow he wrote something.
It did not matter that he lost the paper anyhow. He remembered the feeling, and that was everything that was important.