Fragments of Us: Dear Ava

You’ll never guess what I found today buried under years of accumulation. Remember that old shoebox? The one with all the glued-on pictures from our trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina? The one I told you about years ago where I used to store important things? Well, I found it, and guess what? It still holds every single letter you ever wrote me, plus a few I wrote you but was never brave enough to send. I imagine it's probably strange to hear from me now, after all these years. I basically dropped off the face of the planet after you got married. Sorry about that, but you know I’m the jealous type. I know that’s crappy of me, I really do. But don’t you understand — for the longest time, you belonged to me, and I thought I belonged to you, too. Guess time told a different story. <a href="https://medium.com/be-open/fragments-of-us-dear-ava-269ec2d89823">Learn More</a>