Yellow Sheets of Paper

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I received a letter in the mail the other day.

The moment I saw it I knew.

With a delicate but persistent rip, I cut open the envelope and was reaquainted with a familiar sheaf of yellow papers that I've thought about every so often but haven't seen since I gave them away.

It was a letter that I wrote to my boyfriend when I was just 15 and away on a summer road trip with my family.

It's funny what memory can do.  I thought it was longer, I thought there was more.

But while only 3 pages long, I couldn't finish it.

I remember telling him, back then.  Don't talk to me about it.  I never want to talk about it.

He'd try to bring it up once in awhile and, no matter how gentle or quiet he was, I shut it down like a reflex.  Quick, fast and final.

And now here it is, lying innocent on my desk, all these years later.

And still I can barely talk about it.