Geez…

Packing up my stuff for the transportation guys to pick up tomorrow.

I came accross a folded piece of paper with familiar handwriting on it.

“Hey, could you possibly open this any faster!?“

I unfold it, already knowing what it is…

A picture of a heart, with a keyhole in it. And then, to the right of the heart, is a key.

And then, “–Nicki“

I miss those days.

There’s like 4 other letters from her I’ve found in here. I don’t throw them away. I have a box of stuff I keep forever, and she’s girl number 2 to help fill it up. How sad.

~Bruce