Sunday, July 19, 2009
Cleaning out my inbox at 1 in the morning, I run across your emails. I still can't bring myself to delete them. The same goes for the text messages you sent me. I have changed phones twice but I transfer the messages and keep them saved every time. Pathetic I know but what can you do? I'm supposed to be over you, I am over you. So why do I save these scraps of memories, these tokens of attention wrung unwillingly from you?