Earlier today I found a stash of digital photos taken of The Boyfriend and I back in 2005, along with some other photos (including the infamous Don’t Shit on Washers sign from a vacation we took) and scan of the infamous graph he drew me on our anniversary. I was going to post it, but then it felt too private to share. I guess I really cared about that more than I let on.
But then I found this instant message conversation I had saved. And it made me tear up.
TheBoyfriend:well let me finish this sandwhich, and grab a shower and head your way
TheBlonde: sandwich? you bitch. i’m hungry too.
TheBoyfriend:egg salad, you want one
TheBlonde: fuck no nevermind
I will miss you the most, Tin Man.
Back to my lonely existence.