Just because pretty things make me smille...

Our little friend

This little fella comes to our patio and hangs out after every heavy rain. I believe he's a box turtle, and I think he's neat.

I saved all of your pictures, all the ones you made for me, from drawings to pages torn out of your colouring book. Then we started to grow up and stopped thinking that the other was important enough to colour pictures for, but I kept them anyway because they were from you and even though I didn't think you were grown up enough to hang out with anymore or even be nice to in front of my friends I still thought you were important enough to save your pictures. Now when I look at them, the ones that are left, they make me so happy because I think of you, but then they make me sad because you stopped making them for me or I stopped thinking they were worth saving... I don't remember which. It has been so long since your last picture and I wonder why I stopped wanting to save pieces of you and why you stopped wanting to colour for me and I think that it was my fault but I'm not sure because I was just a kid too. I sift back through all those years, the ones in my head, and you are there, all the way through. I think you are worth saving even if you don't think I am worth saving and even if you don't it doesn't matter because I am always going to fight to save you.