#letter files

The memories of us lay tucked away just like the forgotten dry and long-dead wreath of baby’s breath that hangs in my room. An object from once upon a time that will never come back to life. I considered setting it ablaze one night. I imagined the possible freedom that would come with seeing the orange flames eat at the once white buds. But that’s all I did. Imagine. You were a once upon a time dream of mine, and now you’re gone. Hidden in the world- away from me- and it’s better this way. I can keep the memories that made me smile and blush tucked away and the dead and dry flowers can hang until it won’t.