my little card box

I like to keep letters people write to me. 

Birthdays.

Graduation.

Letters just because. 

Cards with silly dog faces. 

Cards with birthday hats and cartoon characters. 

Cards with homemade drawings and colored pencil marks. 

I just went through my box of cards the other day. 

I cried. 

Happy tears though. 

It reminded me of how much I have grown. 

How much I have experienced and learned. 

I guess you could say I am maturing. 

At least that's what my mom said. 

I like the way people express themselves in letters. 

They tell you how much you mean to them. 

They tell you how thankful they are for you.

Friendships and relationships end, but paper and pen notes stay.

They tell you you're their favorite person. 

You're unique

Special. 

I used to put all these cards on my bedroom wall. 

Some ended up getting dusty, so I decided to take them down. 

I just put the box back up on my shelf. 

It made me sad thinking about how some people stopped sending them. 

How many people stopped sending them for birthdays and holidays.

I never stopped sending mine though. 

I know that in a few years, I'll read them all again.

Most likely,

In a few years,

they'll make me cry again. 

I hope that in a few years, I will have met some new people, and those new people will give me their own unique and original card that I will keep safely in my little box on my bedroom shelf. 

Maybe it'll grow dust. I'm not sure because I can't see the future. 

But, I do know that I will make new memories and create new stories with these new people, 

and then when i open my box again,

I'll remember those adventure we will share together,

I'll probably cry, but they'll be happy tears 

But I'll just say it's because I'm maturing. 



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