just a note, people.

Ah.  That would make sense.

Trying to divert this topic back to it's original purpose: it's weird the way physical objects can seem to be infused with emotion that you thought was no longer a part of you.  I've got a few letters stashed away somewhere.  It's almost as though I forget where I put them on purpose, so that I'm never prepared for it when I come across them.

I've burned all of the ones that I wrote but didn't send.