They’re piling up in my computer, unread. I scroll through their titles and see them glowing back at me. Click open one of them, words unseen, close it back.
Memory card filled with feelings unspoken.
Then, this one. Part two of what I once wrote to you. It calls to me and I find myself unable to look away.
I read, smile, my heart filled with love. I can’t find myself to share it online, for those events are long gone, but I know you’ll read it one day. I’ll share it all with you.
Those drafts are part of a story that will find it’s reason one day. Part of me. Part of you. Part of everything we’ve ever been and always will be.
Things change. But, for us, they’ll never end.