Your yellow post-its used to sprinkle my possessions with good messages, assurances, support. They brought a smile to my face and a skip to my heartbeat. But now, Your handwriting haunts my head and I can’t escape. Everywhere I look, all I see is your cursive letters and your initial at the bottom of the message. I crumpled them up after I’ve ripped them off of their page, I burn them, I tear them, I try to forget them. And the more I try to forget them the more I remember how much it hurt when I destroyed them in the first place.