Flashback.

Currently I am in soccer, but today (thank the lord) we have study hall for the whole class period. And today, sitting in the locker room, something grabbed my attention and launched my thoughts back to the days when I was still very close with Tim.

One of the sweetest girls I have ever had the privilage of knowing, lets call her Molly, recently got into a relationship with a very sweet boy, and lets call him Tommy. Today in the locker room, Molly was as smiles as she showed a few a us Tommy's surprise letter he wrote her. Short and sweet, telling her she is the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. At first, I was nothing but happy for her. But then, as people were saying how lucky she was to have a boy that would write hand written notes, because not that many boys do that anymore, it hit me like a punch to the stomach. Tim was that kind of boy. The kind that wrote me page long notes. Heartfelt, sweet notes, the kind you keep on you bedside table and read every night, over and over. Of course I'm long over Tim, but then why does this small reminder sting?

Much love,

    Jane Doe.