I walk into the lunch room and look to my right. There you are. From behind the receiving desk I look towards the store front. There you are. I feel the keys in my pocket. You. The lip balm on my lips. You. The origami heart in my wallet. You.
Each of these and dozens, no, hundreds more are each tied to a memory of you. Who would I be without those memories? Without those little pieces of you?
I'm surrounded by little pieces of happiness.
No comments:
Post a Comment