So I was doing some spring cleaning around my workstation at home. My nearly fifteen year old workstation with all its files, papers, envelopes, books, CDs and documents. And guess what just had to show up during my spring cleaning?
Pictures of Him and ocassionally, a picture of us during our time together.
(Lets just say that it felt weird looking at them.)
Before I knew it, I did the ‘oddest’ thing ever. I trashed the ones of us and shoved those of Him into an envelope, dropped in a cursory note and sealed it.
I think I’ll mail it tomorrow, together with postcards I intend to send to Boyfriend’s family.
Am I being mean? I don’t think so.
I’m just being normal.