I had a box full of letters. There were letters and notes passed during class from Laura that talked about us being together until the end of time and her desire for us to be just a little older and free. There were ones from Jen including the one where she apologized for not dumping her boyfriend. There were ones from Amy she sent while in the Peace Corps and begging me to move back to Chicago when she came home.
The best were the ones from Katherine. They were beautiful to read and stunning in purple ink.
Then, one day, I looked through the box and threw it all away.
The notes from Laura seemed childish and insipid.
Jen obviously had no clue who I was.
Amy was most likely just homesick in Africa.
And Katherine? The longing for her friendship just hurt too much.
So I threw them away. All of them.
Natalie Blake is an open book and a bad speller.