Too many things to clear, too little time. Moving out in 5 days and have 30 years worth of junk to clean out from hiding places which are long forgotten. I stumble upon this shoebox marked for my eyes only. In there I find letters, many of them sealed and addressed yet unposted. Some were written when we broke up, some when he fell ill and some I wrote just because I missed him once he was gone. My bestest friend and my first love wish I could tell you how life felt without you rather than shy away in this shoebox.