the momentos that find me when i'm going through things in my closet on dreary wednesday afternoons:
1. the cinema tickets you never kept
2. the book i stole from you before realising that you'd stolen it from someone else
3. the tshirt that made me laugh because, how cliché and perfect?
4. the bra i still look for sometimes before realising that i left it at your flat 3 months ago. wondering why all that's left is misplaced clothing and wondering if there was ever anything else.
and then there's the tokens that exist only in memory but at the same time have this physicality that i can't really explain. all things never said. email drafts from last year that i keep in my brain. the silence in which i remember a time when i knew how to talk to you. counting on my fingers.
i feel so young and old and i miss all of you, all of them, i don't really know. all of them i don't really know.
a funny blog post post out of the blue to attempt to remedy this bittersweet feeling x
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