February 6th, 2007
I picked up my mountain of mail from Endicott’s house a few days ago. Beside the trash bag full of fashion magazines and long forgotten bills (didn’t I already pay that parking ticket?) was a small, sweet houseplant. I wasn’t sure why he gave me a plant until today when I noticed the card and note buried in the bag.
This isn’t belated but I could not get a delivery on Sunday and it did not seem likely we would get together this week.
Just a card and a tiny plant to keep you amused.
The sweet, pink card:
Just a little note to let you know I wish you the best.
Allways thinking of you in always (transposed!)
1-28-07 Happy Anniversary
While he felt loving and nostalgic, I actually forgot about our anniversary — and that’s a good thing since it means I’m finally letting go.