Amanda Takes Off...

One of the things I wrote about for 100 Words was finding pieces of lovers in your house. The good and the bad. A mislaid sock, a photo you thought you'd already destroyed.

Tonight I was picking up my house.

I just found four pieces of paper on the floor, in a stack, folded in half.

They were print outs of emails to a friend, written 9/21/2004 and 12/01/2004. We wrote each other all the time, so the 10 week spread was odd.

I read them, curious. They were about a long, long gone lover.

I certainly don't have those emails in my inbox anymore and haven't had them for years. I also don't have a printer here.

I was very confused. I searched the papers, thinking perhaps I'd written notes on them. Nothing.

Since these were written, I've moved once in Atlanta, once from Atlanta to Minnesota, once from Minnesota to South Korea. In South Korea I have moved three times.

This raised a host of questions. What was so special about those two unconnected dates? Where did they come from? How did they get here? Why were they on my floor?

And why did I date him for as long as I did?

So very, very strange.